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A man in a trench coat walks through a foggy, lamp-lit cobblestone alley at night, with a clock tower in the background.

A man in a trench coat walks through a foggy, lamp-lit cobblestone alley at night, with a clock tower in the background.

The weight of time presses down, A shadow stretched across the ground. Footsteps echo, soft yet loud, In the hush of a fading crowd. The clock ticks on, relentless, A rhythm that refuses to relent. What echoes in the hollow space? A whisper lost in time’s embrace. The night is long, the stars are cold, A story left untold. Why does the heart still ache? When the world has turned its back. The wind hums a hollow tune, A melody of the moon. What ghosts still linger here? What dreams have disappeared? The dawn will come, it always does, But will it bring the light I choose? Or just another day of gray? Another path to stray. This poem maintains the themes of introspection, existential questioning, and a sense of loneliness. See more