Title:Hope in Ruins

I walked with hope, head held high,
Dreams like stars in the evening sky.
But now, the light has dimmed, grown cold,
Each door I knocked on stays closed, bold.

The echoes ring from countless tries,
"Not now," "Not yet," the same replies.
Resumes sent like leaves in the breeze,
But no one sees, no hand to seize.

The mornings start with fleeting drive,
But each rejection’s hard to survive.
A quiet voice inside grows loud—
"Is there a place for me in the crowd?"

The world moves on, it doesn’t wait,
And all I feel is this heavy weight.
The hope once bright, now dulled, decayed,
By promises lost, by dreams delayed.

Yet somewhere deep, a spark remains,
Amid the ruins, amid the pains.
Though hope seems gone, it hides, it bends—
Perhaps tomorrow, a new path begins.