The Ranks of Pain

###anks of Pain

In the towers of steel where shadows loom,  

We climb the rungs through dust and gloom.  

Faces masked with practiced grace,  

In the silent race, we find our place.  

The whispered dreams beneath bright lights,  

Drown in long and sleepless nights.  

Colleagues pass with hollow eyes,  

Bound by truths that we disguise.  

The pain that lingers, unconfessed,  

In hearts that never find their rest.  

We wear ambition like a chain,  

In a world that glorifies the strain.  

The laughter echoes, thin and cold,  

As stories of success unfold.  

Yet beneath the cheers lies a silent plea,  

For a life beyond the corporate sea.  

The door to freedom, tightly sealed,  

In this race where power is our shield.  

Hope waits beyond thick walls of gray,  

But fear keeps dreams at bay.  

We march in line, a mournful parade,  

In uniforms of dreams betrayed.  

Holding onto fragile hope,  

Yet tangled in the ropes we’ve made.  

Oh, in this dance of endless chase,  

May we find courage, find our grace.  

To seek a life not forged in pain,  

To turn from ranks, and break the chain.