#Poem
Shadows of a Lost TriumphIn the silent halls of thought, where dreams did soar,
Lies a shadowed ground, where hopes fell to the floor.
Each question a mountain, steep and tall,
In the climb, a slip, and then the fall.
The ink, once bold, now whispers faint despair,
Pages turned, the answers just not there.
The clockβs tick, a solemn, steady beat,
Marking time where ambition and reality meet.
Beneath the numbers, scores that cut deep,
Lie the silent echoes of lost sleep.
What was sought with eagerness and might,
Lies obscured in the thick of night.
Yet, let not this dark define your worth,
Nor measure the span of your intellect's birth.
For in each failure, lessons are sown,
In the soil of defeat, true strength is grown.
Rise again, with resolve anew,
The path to success is reserved for the few.
Who brave the night and its haunting fears,
To reach the dawn beyond the tears.
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