The Weight of Silent Dreams

I walk, and I talk, and I breathe in the air

But nothing seems real, nothing seems there.

The world’s a blur of faded hues—

Lost in the spaces between the news.

I’ve seen hope fracture in the eyes of a friend,

Where joy once bloomed, the silence bends.

We carry stories—bruised, broken, and scarred,

But tell me, love, why does healing seem so hard?

The sky presses heavy, like a weightless dream—

I try to scream but drown in the stream,

Of thoughts cascading, crashing through time,

Will I find meaning in this uphill climb?

Yesterday was kind, or was it all a lie?

Was it just a fleeting glimpse, a whispered goodbye?

The road is long, the heart’s a stone,

I find myself, yet still alone.

But in the quiet, in the deep despair,

I sense a light—fragile, but there.

It whispers, "Hold on, one more breath,"

Even when the soul feels near to death.

I walk, I stumble, I fall, I rise,

And maybe tomorrow will hold new skies.

But for now, I hold the weight of silent dreams—

And hope, perhaps, is not what it seems.