Tw: very subtle mentions of past traumas.
(Within these lines, burdens veiled in gentle grace, Though subtly woven, past traumas find their place. Proceed with tender steps, dear reader, in this embrace, For within lies the echo of sorrows' delicate trace.)
In the silence of a lonely day,
Where shadows linger, and colors fade away.
Whispers of sorrow, echo in the air,
As the weight of solitude becomes too much to bear.
Lost in the chaos of my own mind,
Searching for solace, yet none I find.
A symphony of emptiness, plays in my soul,
As I navigate this world, feeling less than whole.
In the depths of darkness, I roam alone,
Haunted by memories, carved in stone.
Each passing moment, a relentless fight,
Against the tide of loneliness, in the dead of night.
Yet amidst the solitude, a flicker of light,
A beacon of hope, burning ever bright.
For in the depths of despair, I find my way,
Through the darkness of this lonely day.
So I'll embrace the silence, and face the fear,
Knowing that solace is always near.
For in the depths of my solitude, I'll find,
The strength to rise above, and leave the loneliness behind.
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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...
