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Wake Up

Dec 5, 2024
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Updated: Jul 8, 2025

By Yashvardhan Singh


I woke up

To the sound of scream,

I closed my eyes

Prayed for it all to be a dream,


But I knew it was real

I could feel it,

They eat my feelings as a meal

And my happiness, they steal it,


Which has now made me empty

And confused as well,

Now I have no other friend

For my story to tell,


So, I kept it in my mind

Hoping I’ll find someone one day,

But nobody did I find

To tell my story someday,


And I just kept waiting

And I still am,


I feel my happiness fading

But I smile because I still can,


God has helped me various times before

But why not now when I need him most?

God has answered various times before

Feeling lost like a wandering ghost,


The second I think I’m being helped

Next thing I see is that I’m falling,

I cursed the world and thought it would melt

And now back to the world I’m crawling,


Do you really want me to wake up again?

Or is it just a lie to ease my pain,

I’m broken, will you build me up again?

And sit beside me as the clouds rain,


I will fix all my issues

I will find the solutions,

With courage as my compass

And hope to guide my resolutions,


I will make my parents happy

I will make my sister proud,

I will walk the streets with success

But you’ll stare me with a glimpse of doubt,


This poem will end

And so will my time,

Everyone will lose a friend


And soon will end this rhyme,


Because I’m no hero

I’m not even a proper human,

Lost in the shadows of fright

Looking for my own fusion,


But I can’t wake up

Because in my dreams I have you,

Where every moment feels real

And my fears fade from view


Will I wake up again?

Or live in my dream?

Watch the clouds rain,

My arms clenched with you between.


By Yashvardhan Singh

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