In the depths of the night, when silence reigns supreme,
It's not just the people, but the shadows that gleam.
They dance and they twirl, casting doubts, feeding fears,
A silent orchestra of our innermost tears.
It's not just the judgments, but the eyes that pierce through,
Weaving tales of our failures, painting skies a darker hue.
In the echo of their gaze, we find ourselves incomplete,
Haunted by the specters of our own heartbeat.
But within these shadows lies a story untold,
A journey of self-discovery waiting to unfold.
For it's in facing our shadows, embracing the unknown,
That we find the strength to reclaim what's been overthrown.
So let a walk through the darkness, hand in hand.
Guided by the light of our own inner stand.
For within lies the power to conquer our plight,
And emerge from the shadows, bathed in newfound light.
-k.v
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Poetry Written
FantasyAnd all the poetries that were hidden in the depth of my heart are finally finding its way out
