TUESDAY,19TH.NOVEMBER.2024.
WAIT, WEIGHT WHAT’S WORKOUT WORLDWIDE?
Beneath the skin, the burden grows,
Incalculable years of whispered woes.
Men, they march in muted lines,
Wearing chains no eye defines.
Racism’s hand, cold and clear,
Marks the body; shapes the fear.
A brow once intrepid, now bent with guilt,
At every glance, a story built.
Regression whispers, “Don’t move ahead,”
Every step feels like a cadaver,
Ambition crushed beneath the heel,
Dreams defenestrated, never to heal.
Regret, a ghost that haunts the mind,
Echoes of a life confined.
A choice unmade, a love betrayed,
Each “what if” sharp as blades.
Rejection comes with empty eyes,
The silent scream, the endless lies.
For in the roles we’re taught to play,
There’s no place for what we say.
Relationships—fragile as glass,
Love shattered, what was once so vast.
In silence, hearts begin to weep,
While hollow men are forced to sleep.
Repression rises, slow and sure,
A man’s true self no one can cure.
The penitentiary built from broken will,
A heart that cannot feel, stand still.
Reputation: what does it cost?
To wear a mask, to hide the loss?
The world demands, “Be strong, be wise,”
But fails to see the man who dies.
Retirement calls, yet life’s not done,
What is the work once the youth has gone?
A hollow man, a hollow dream,
Chasing shadows in the stream.
Risks, the weight of things unsaid,
The broken roads that leave us dead.
Each gamble taken, every plea,
Is built on detritus none can see.
Roles once bright now cast in dust,
Men who suffer, men who must
Carry the world upon their backs,
Unseen, unheard, they fade to black.
And still, we ask, what did we win?
When all we’ve lost is locked within.
The weight of life, so hard to bear,
A man, forever trapped in the air.
