Struggling on the Road to Nowhere

I wake each morning with no peace in my mind. I see the same torn shoes and empty pockets. My mother asks if I found work. I only say, “I’m trying,” but she knows it means little. I walk the streets because sitting hurts more. The sun beats down, yet life feels unchanged. Offices call me back tomorrow, but my legs grow weary. My certificate gathers dust at home. I pray for hope and try again the next day. I feel invisible as I watch others rush by. I long for a small job that lets me say, “I’m useful.” No miracle comes—just another day on a long road to nowhere. Still, I breathe and keep moving.

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