Echoes Of A Fading Deem Poem by Keerthana M.

I hold a world of numbers and stars
Dreaming of reaching realms afar
Equations call, their whispers sweet
But a glowing screen keep my defeat

A siren's lure, it draws me in,
Promising growth, but masking sin.
Stories shallow, reels so brief,
Steal my time, replace belief.

I know its game, its cunning play,
How it molds my mind like fragile clay.
The cravings grow, they never cease,
Feeding on junk, I lose my peace.

My parents' trust, a gift divine,
Yet here I waste what could be mine.
They see ambition, steady and wise,
While regret and tears fill my skies.

Each wasted hour leaves its sting,
A hollow ache, a restless wing.
The pull is strong, but I'll outlast,
For dreams are mine, steadfast and vast.

The dawn still calls with its golden light,
A beacon shining through endless night.
No chain can hold what my heart can be,
I'll rise, I'll thrive, and I'll set me free.