Hazrat Usman
A lover of technology and Books
Days pass, slow and heavy. Nothing changes. Nothing moves. I watch hours crawl by, like tired ghosts without purpose. The sky stays gray, the wind still.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
No one sees the wars inside. I fight without weapons, without armor. Every breath is a battle. Every heartbeat a victory or defeat.
I run. But shadows never leave. They cling to my steps, to my breath, to the quiet between heartbeats. Every street feels the same empty, cold, like the past is waiting just behind me.
I spoke once. Nobody listened. Then twice. Still nothing. After that, I learned. Keep the noise inside the skull. Keep the fire behind the teeth.
They thought I’d crumble. They thought I’d break. But I was never built from comfort. I was raised by silence. Grown by pain.
They act like they don’t see you. Like you’re not trying. Like you don’t bleed in silence. That’s the game. They won’t support until it’s safe to say they knew you.
I never asked for a shortcut. I asked for a chance. They gave me doubt. I took it as fuel. I didn’t beg. I built. While they slept, I worked. While they doubted, I believed.
They never ask what you carry. Just how far you’ve gone. They don’t care about the climb just the view you reach. Every late night, every silent breakdown, every fake smile they didn’t see it.
They threw fire at me. Thought I'd melt. I didn’t. I burned brighter. They pushed stones in my path. Thought I’d fall. I climbed and crushed every one.
I walk with cold eyes, but my heart still burns. Don’t confuse my calm for weakness. It took storms to get this quiet. I don’t shout. I don’t explain. I don’t beg to be seen.
Be like a lion. Walk alone, but never lost. Speak less, but when you roar— let the silence before it scare them more than your voice ever could.
They only see the shimmer, never the shadow it had to survive. They only admire the glow, not the void that made it possible.
