Why do I feel I've failed, I can't explain,
These thoughts inside, a heavy rain.
Sensitivity might turn to anger's flame,
Why have I let everyone down, it's such a shame.
Don't ask me to unravel this mystery deep,
In these emotions' labyrinth, my secrets I keep.
Why, the question lingers, heavy in the air,
A puzzle of feelings, so complex and rare.
YOU ARE READING
It's Still 12a.m.
PoetryAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
