Stolen

Hit a low today. Things look so bad. Can't afford meds, or food, car payment. Cut my hours. No relief. I tried so hard.

Even though my stocks rallied today, it does little to make me feel okay. Far too little, far too late. Such is the pauper's fate. I want to rage, I want to I cry. I don't know why I even try.

In the quiet corridors of youth,
Where dreams were forged in search of truth,
A shadow crept, unseen, unknown,
And claimed a life that was my own.

The hands that should have held me near,
Became the source of silent fear,
With whispered lies and secrets kept,
They stole the dreams in which I slept.

A future bright, a path to tread,
Was torn away, a thread unspooled,
The weight of debt, a heavy chain,
Bound my hopes in endless pain.

The halls of learning, left behind,
A world of knowledge, now confined,
To memories of what could be,
A life unlived, a shattered plea.

In shadows deep, I found my place,
A fractured soul, an empty space,
Where trust was broken, dreams were lost,
And innocence was the cost.

Yet still I rise, though burdened so,
To find a way, a path to go,
For in the echoes of my past,
I seek the strength to stand at last.