Confusion Poem by Faruk Ahmed Roni

Why has the path I tread turned strange and wide?
The stars are lost; the clocks no longer guide.
Today, the storm drapes shadows on the street,
Each corner curls where silence and sorrow meet.
The sums of living shift, remain unsolved
A single flaw, and meaning is dissolved.
None see the crack beneath what once felt strong,
Yet still we march, the dusted earth belongs.
In hush of winds where quiet questions fall,
The road moves on, though answers never call.
No end appears, no echo to explain
Just endless steps through pulses born of pain.