I always find myself in a rut.
Searching for the lost lantern,
Rummaging through dark tunnels,
My hands scratching the rocks,
Pitch black as if my eyes were closed,
No sounds like in a tomb.
A dismal search in loneliness.
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The Words I Never Got To Say
PoetryThis is where silence transforms into poetry, where emotions find their home on paper. Immerse yourself in the world of unspoken confessions and let these words, too intimate to be voiced, touch your heart.
