The dark of night, the edge of light. Shadows haunt my heart, always seen. Beyond this place of existence only nothingness lives. In the eternal sky, the dead live unseen by anyone. The cries of many last within the heart, a light in the dark, a lonely existence. Between the sky and earth, on the edge of life.
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Words I Cannot Speak
PoetryIn a world where I cannot speak, I hope that they someday reach you.
