In the solace of paper, my pen's embrace,
In the stillness of the night, I'm wide awake, Silent tears trace the journey on my face. Only I bear the weight of what I've lost, The skin I wear feels worn, like a heavy cost. Success, once mine, breeds envy's seed, Friends turn to foes, like swords indeed. Longing for days of pride and love, I grapple with secrets held high above. Why my heart aches, I can't express, Each morning a storm, night a funeral dress. I laugh out loud to drown the inner scream, Seeking peace, chasing a vanishing dream. I yearn to forget the friends of yore, Mentors once revered, now a distant shore. Memories linger, a haunting wraith, I crave happiness, escape from this scathe. In the solace of paper, my pen's embrace, I confide in the pain, seeking grace. Let the mat bow my head once more, Grant me peace, my Lord, I implore