Written by: Hardik Sharma Phuyal - 29047, Grade VII
Posted on: 06 March, 2024
I think a lot about things I could do,
wondering if,
I'm on the right path
or if I'm just passing through.
It feels like a knot
tight in my chest,
little mistakes and choices
make me feel less than the best.
This heavy feeling
like a bag of stones,
a bit like carrying regrets,
and walking all alone.
No hope in sight
when looking back at me,
feeling a bit like a puzzle
missing the key.
The shadows of the past
follow me around,
showing me old choices
etching into the ground.
