Weight settled
In your bones;
Heaviness unmatched
With the strongest stones;
A quiet ache gnaws
At your core,
A feeling you
Just can't ignore.
An empty room
With no one around;
The silence echoes
With every sound;
The absence
Of a hand to hold;
Feeling lost
And alone, untold.
Loneliness strikes
At any time;
In a crowded room, or
In a quiet night.
A sensation
That can't be escaped;
A dark cloud
That can't be shaped.
A yearning
For connection and love;
A deep desire
For companionship from above.
Hope that
Someday, somewhere;
Someone will come
And show they care.
Until then, we
Bear the weight;
And learn to find joy
In our own fate.
For even in
The darkest of nights,
There's a glimmer
Of hope, of light.
-
end.
Category: Free Verse Poetry.
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𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐚
Aléatoire𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲. A poetic sanctuary where contradictions find harmony-a delicate interplay of sorrow and joy, chaos and...
