In crowded rooms, my words dissolve,Lost in the din, unrecognized.
My thoughts, like whispers in a storm, Go unheard, never found.
Conversations like hollow echoes, My voice, a ghost that never haunts.
Truths crash like waves on stone, Hopes shattered by silent taunts.
I speak in colors, in unseen shapes, But the canvas remains stark white.
My dreams, fragile as old paper, Fold under the weight of night.
Still, I breathe, I dream, I yearn, For a time when I'm truly known.
In the quiet,I plant my thoughts,Hoping one day they will bloom.
Unheard, yet not unspoken, Invisible, yet profoundly real.
In the void between the noise, I exist, longing to heal.
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Lost in the Desert of Change: Navigating Relationships and Self-Discovery
Poetry"Lost in the Desert of Change" is a brief yet heartfelt thing I wrote about the challenges of evolving relationships. It reflects on the confusion and discomfort that arise when familiar connections take unexpected turns. The narrative explores the...
