I die every time you recede inside yourself,
withdrawing from the world,
burning bridges and ships,
marching on until you get lost
inside your soul’s labyrinth.
I reach for your fleeting shadow
beyond the blazing wood,
over the drowning wreckage,
through the twisted maze.
But your soul only answers in silence.
And I keep dying,
each day a little more.
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Shortys2024 Challenge
PoesiaA collection of poems for the Shortys Challenge 2024. Starting September 1st , I'll be posting a short poem a day and submitting it to the challenge. Join me in this personal quest, and let's find out if I can complete the goal of writing 30 poems i...
