Invisible

My heart is racing,

Confidence lies in a coma,

Hope fades out of light,

I stumble off track.

We studied under one roof,

We dreamed the same dream,

But life drew its lines —

and placed me among failures.

They are blooming,

not in beauty,

but in small success

that shout louder than my quiet attempts.

Once they respected me,

I doubt if they remember.

Once they admired, encouraged,

Now I am unseen—

a shadow in their memories.

They have projects,

Big achievements,

Some steering cars down wide roads.

And me?

Still begging mum change for airtime,

Still sleeping without a room of my own.

I failed,

Maybe that’s what I deserve.

Maybe I was late.

Maybe I played too much.

Maybe I am lazy.

But the question remains,

whispers at night

gnaws at my chest.

Will I survive?

Wabwire Elias