❤️ The Place Called Misery

In a realm named introspection. There is a place called misery. It is where the person we are comes face to face with the person we could’ve been.

Through crowded streets and empty lanes, he'd wander alone,  
Chasing fleeting moments, to each vice, he was prone.  
His potential, a gem, yet left unpolished, unknown,  
A misery deep-rooted, a sorrow full-blown.

Seeking solace in pleasures, so worldly and fleet,  
Golden moments slipped by, like sand beneath his feet.  
Every evening, he'd mourn, th…