@n.oeh2: feel a weight that never leaves my chest, as if my soul were an abandoned city covered by the dust of countless years, its empty streets filled with stories that were never told and never will be. Sorrow sleeps deep within me like an old wound that refuses to heal, renewing itself with every cold breath of the night that reminds me of everything I have lost in the endless rush of time. I walk among people wearing a faded smile, carefully crafted so no one notices the collapse hidden behind the walls of my silence. I speak with them about the ordinary details of life while, inside me, a storm of painful questions rages without a single answer. Every time I try to take a deep breath, the air feels scarce, as though peace has drifted farther away than I could ever imagine. I have become a stranger even among those I love. The words I long to say remain trapped in my throat, while the tears that refuse to fall burn behind my eyes, turning into a constant ache that follows me wherever I go. It feels as though I carry an entire homeland of sorrow upon my shoulders, walking alone down a road with no end and no light waiting at its horizon. There is no promise of rescue—only an endless emptiness that devours every beautiful feeling, leaving me nothing more than the shadow of the person I once was, someone who was once full of life before repeated disappointments slowly extinguished that light, until silence became the final refuge for a weary sou .#سعدون_الخفاجي #الشعر_الشعبي #الشعراء_وذواقين_الشعر_الشعبي

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