"Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother."
It creeps in from within
Like a disease boiling on the surface.
It leaves marks on my skin
That can only be described as atrocious.
I can't help but shiver
As it sweeps across my mind.
And as I grow stiffer,
I can't help but be confined.
My voice broken with anxiousness
As my mind bends reality.
And I can't help but think of us
As I stare blankly.
My heart aches in confusion
As the sludge creeps across my being.
And I can't help but tighten
As you come calling.
It's hard to see the truth
When all there is, is darkness.
And I can't help but be uncouth
Because this feeling seems to be endless.
It traps me under its weight
And I struggle to break free.
It can only berate
leaving me completely empty.
All I have is you
Yet even that is covered...
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Unspoken Words
PoesiaIn the labyrinth of human emotions lies a treasury of unspoken words - the silent echoes of sentiments left unsaid, the whispers lost in the cacophony of life's chaos. "Unspoken Words" delves into the hidden recesses of the heart, where poetry inter...
