In the valley of emptiness, echoes resound,
'Things I never said', robbing joyfound,
Creating canyons of silence, profound.
Rearing heads of anxiety, a monstrous reality,
In the labyrinth of loss, finds no neutrality,
Wrapped in the maze of misunderstood morality.
Depression descends, a darkening scrim,
Hope's light deceives, growing dim,
Anger's cauldron bubbles to the brim.
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Things I Never Said (A Collection of Unsaid Thoughts)
PoetryIn the depths of these verses, within the lines that form the tapestry of my poetry, rest my most tender and vulnerable thoughts. They reside here, delicately tucked away, crafted into words that I have never found the courage to speak aloud. Do not...
