My first poem, “The Weight within”

This is my first poem, I’m not sure if I’m any good, I did get some help with some analogies and rhymes but in the end it’s not the writing process for me, it’s a clearest possible reflection of what I feel. I want to know if there is someone who feels the same.. enjoy.

Another night, another echo in my chest, that dull and certain throb of something wrong. I walk the hallways of my thoughts like ruins, tracing cracks I carved myself for far too long.

I wear a face the world believes is mine, a steady voice, a harmless quiet grin — yet underneath, a rancid churn of failures presses like a fist against my skin.

There is a hatred that wakes before I do, waiting at the bedside like a judge; it follows me through every hour, whispering each reason why I’m hollow, why I’m sludge.

I feel it when I breathe, when I sit still, when I pretend to rest, pretend to cope; a dull contempt that stains the simplest moments, a bitterness that curdles even hope.

Some days I sense the urge to tear away the parts of me that never learned to rise — not to be rid of life, but of this burden, this echo of a fraud behind my eyes.

I wish I had the spine I claim to have, the strength I speak of, soft and falsely brave; but every time a choice demands my courage, I shrink back to the timid thing I save.

And though I dream of doors I’ll never open, bold paths I swear I’ll walk but never start, I know the truth: I am the weight that binds me, the anchor rusting in my own dim heart.

So here I am — divided, raw, ashamed, a man who drags his shadow through the day; a soul that wants to scream but settles for wearing down in silence, slow decay.

And yet I rise again, if only just, not out of hope, nor strength, nor any plan — but because the world still moves without me, and I am cursed to follow while I can.