Inner Void
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- Mar 30, 2025
- 1 min read
Updated: Dec 10, 2025
A hole in my chest, a void in my mind,
Lost in a world that feels unkind.
I chase, and I run, yet fall behind,
My purpose fades, too hard to find.
Working like a dog, no rest, no sleep,
Feeding my life to a promise I keep.
My art is starving, my heart’s not fed,
Dreams are burning while I sit in dread.

Where am I in this endless race?
Why do I bow? Why give up my place?
Should I surrender, or should I fall?
Or was I never meant to stand at all?
A journey to glory or a path to despair?
Each step feels heavy yet leads me nowhere.
My hands are tied, my voice is weak,
I scream inside but dare not speak.
Will there be a change? Will light breakthrough?
Will I rise and start anew?
When will I smile, when will I see,
The life I lost still waits for me?
Where is the peace? Where is the war to cease?
Or is the end my one release?
But if there’s still a spark in me,
Perhaps there’s more I’m meant to be.
So if I fall, I’ll rise once more,
Step by step, not keeping score.
I’ll feed my art; I’ll free my soul,
And piece by piece, I will be whole.
Credits
This poem was written by Nikhil Narayanasa, photographed by Pankaj Tottada & acted by Hareeth Chiluveru.
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A heartfelt reflection on the silent battles we fight each day, this poem captures the raw weight of endurance and the quiet hope that keeps us going.