In a world where power is the
                    government’s rule,
       A boy receives a gift—a power to
                        change it all.
  The girl who grants it, a force beyond
                             control,
  Her gift will shape the future, but at a
                       cost she’ll call.

"To **** you...
Was that my fate?"
He questions, seeing
The final state.
"You lived just to die?"
He asks in pain.
                                        Yes, my life was
                                         never plain.
"Then why give me
This cursed power?"
                                        To face the truth
                                       In this final hour.
                                       In this world,
                             where ends must start,
                      Life exists to break hearts.
"But life's more
Than just an end!"
It's moments, feelings-
Just to mend.
                                     "No!" She says,
                                 "death's part of light,
                                   Without it shadows
                                    Fill the night."
"You think it's
Wordplay!"
He says with fire,
"Why are we born,
If not to aspire?".      
                                   She smiles softly,
                                   Her truth untold:
                                 "Hope and meaning-
                                   Flickers bold.
                                   To live for death
                                   seems too cold,
                                 But without the end,
                                  Life grows old."
"No, I won't accept
This fate!"
He shouts, feeling
The weight.            
                                 "If you believe in
                                  what's true,
                                  Take my life, it's
                                  Left to you.
                                  Strike me down,
                                  and you will gain,
                                  Change this world
                                  From joy to pain."
But then he spoke
With his eyes so deep,
Words that woke her
Up from sleep:
"You don't have to die
To be free,
Your the reason
I still breathe."
                                  Her gaze softened,
                                  A tear fell free-
                                  In that moment,
                                  She chose to be.

Sometimes,
I wake up to the sound of shattering
Dreams—not anyone's but mine,
And I don't even know why?
It's 3AM now,
And I can't sleep,
Why is it so tough to just breathe?

To breathe for an hour,
And I want that shine,
Even if it isn't mine,
Yet I can't reach.

It's not like I don't want to,
It's more like I can't do,
My skills, capabilities are weak,
Or you could also say that,
I'm weak.

The days feel heavy,
And the process is hard,
To maintain week by week,
Still I want to reach.

But to reach,
I need to breathe,
Not just for an hour,
But for a forever.

And sometimes,
This is the reality,
In which you have to breathe,
Not for a day,
Not for a week,
But for the homies,
Still, I want it to be—
a dream...
A shattering dream.

Bloom it all or blow it all,
The character has done it all.
Why do you hide? Why don’t you shine?
The world is hard, the price feels fine.

Define yourself—write through the night.
The place is quiet, yet you cried.
Find the paper, find the light,
Stick to the bed, write something right.

Love is false—yet somehow right,
Still, you fight in this long night.
Your blood says it all,
Your time isn't bright.
Yet still you fight to define the night,
To learn the quiet,
To reach the site.

Long hair, pretty face, bright eyes,
Dressed your beauty in this rhyme.
Hiding from you, writing for you,
Admiring the last of you.

Don’t want money,
Don’t know the game,
The beauty is lost,
The rhyme is plain.

Lost hope, lost life,
A desire lost inside.
A warrior never fought,
A friend who lost.
Is it necessary to desire?
Her gaze,
Her laughter,
Her truth—
Just wanted to admire.

Thin, lost—
Sin, and cost.
What is this?
A person,
Or just a shoe?

Wasted life, wasted time,
The stupid wanted to earn a dime.
How good is he,
How kind can he be?
Is he graduated,
Or even educated?

Know this,
Know that—
Are you alive,
Or are you dead?

Give me money,
Take this knowledge.
Give me test,
Take this certificate.
What do you want to be?
Tell me—
Everyone asked me.

"I want to study,"
He said—
Indeed, a lie.
God knows why.

Inside a tree,
He wants to live.
No human,
No chase,
No dream,
No game.

What is he?
A movie,
Or a disgrace?

The words you write, you're going blind,
You hide away, leave light behind.
Your world’s gone dull, it lacks a shine,
How much of truth will you define?

You beg for answers from above,
But guilt is not what gods are made of.
You did it all, don’t mask, don’t fake —
Refuse the lie, or let it break.

Be kind, be bold, begin to see,
The mirror’s cracked — the fault is me.
You bury night to chase the time,
But still the sun will rise at nine.

You found the page but lost the pen,
You try to start and stop again.
You call it luck, you hope it shows,
But talent hides where no one knows.

You write, you dream, you paint her face,
But words won’t earn a lover’s grace.
No rhyme can pull her into crime,
No line can cross that sacred line.

Still here you stand, a voice confined,
A life half-lived, a heart resigned.
Inside this shell, thoughts twist and wind —
This is your cursed poet’s mind.

You want words?
Fine.
A poem born in the dark,
Posted under borrowed light — right?

You chase beauty
Because you’re scared of the blight.
You hide in daylight,
Where nothing really shines,
Yet you still commit the crime
Just to earn a ******* dime.

Yeah, right.

You call it pride,
But it’s fear inside.
You drink outside,
Act like you’ve survived,
But you’re hollow.
No one sees what you’ve swallowed.

You want a poem?
Look at the line —
Where the girl’s always right,
And you still want to fight.
You walk with pride,
Like you won the night.

You dream her.
You please her.
You think you ******* deserve her.

Your mind’s disturbed.
You smile soft,
But fall hard —
Every **** time.

You want redemption?
Then speak.
But you’re weak.
You preach dreams
But drown in extremes.

You try,
You cry,
But never ask why.
You bleed in silence,
Cling to violence,
Think pain is defiance.

And still —
You think this is poetry?

Alright —
This is your poem’s ******* theme.