In the depths of sorrow's misty veil,
When melancholy's clouds prevail,
A soul adrift in a sea of gloom,
I find myself lost, no words to bloom.
For sadness, a silent thief of speech,
Leaves me stranded, out of reach,
The eloquence I once possessed,
Now swallowed by this heart's distress.
The pen, once poised, now trembles weak,
Ink runs dry, unable to speak,
Emotions drown in a heavy sigh,
As I search for solace, wondering why.
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Poetry↳ ❝ And I realise that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind ¡! ❞ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Poetry is an art that can touch the soul the same as music or even a...
