TW: In this poetic realm, no cautions unfurl, let your spirit freely twirl.
(In this verse, tread with care, I plea. For fragile souls, this tale may flee.)
In the bustling streets, where neon lights gleam,
Lost souls wander, chasing a dream.
Faces masked, emotions veiled,
In a world where truth has been curtailed.
Beneath the surface, turmoil brews,
In hearts burdened by unspoken dues.
Words unspoken, secrets untold,
In a labyrinth of stories, truth unfolds.
Smiles plastered, yet eyes betray,
The ache within, the price they pay.
A symphony of voices, lost in the crowd,
Yearning for solace, longing for shroud.
In the quiet corners, where shadows play,
Whispers linger, echoing dismay.
A dance of doubts, a silent plea,
For freedom from chains, to break free.
Yet in the chaos, a glimmer shines bright,
A beacon of hope in the darkest night.
For in the depths of despair, there lies,
The strength to emerge, to claim the skies.
So let the masks fall, let the truth unfurl,
In the symphony of life, let us twirl.
For in the echoes of our silent cries,
We'll find the courage to rise and fly.
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Echoes of the Unspoken
PoetryHere lies a collection of poems, scattered like leaves, shared in the hope that someone might find solace and know they are not alone in their turmoil. Beware, for these poems are not for the faint of heart; they arise from the darkest recesses of m...
