In the echoes of silence, I question my worth,
Amidst the whispers of a fleeting earth,
Am I the greatest? God, I hate this doubt,
All my love and patience, worn inside out.
Unappreciated efforts, like stars in the night,
You said your heart was jaded, a faded light,
I couldn't break through, no matter how I tried,
I shouldn't have to say it, my heart now cried.
You could've seen greatness, a vision in flight,
But now it's shattered, lost in the fight,
A lament for what could've been, so faded,
In the echoes of regret, dreams belated.
YOU ARE READING
This house was never a home
PoesieThis place was never home, The things that lie in it was memorizing some a taunting memory other pleasant some not
