I walk through halls where voices fade,
Each memory a dull cascade,
Of people who once cared to stay,
But now have long since walked away.
I call their names, but they don't hear,
My voice is weak, my words unclear.
And in the quiet, I realize,
I've become the ghost I despise.
They forgot me, left me behind,
I am the shadow in their mind.
An afterthought, a fleeting dream,
A silent, suffocating scream.
I try to reach, to grasp, to hold,
But every touch grows distant, cold.
I'm left with echoes in my head—
Of things I lost, of love long dead.
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Thoughts that Fester in the Brain: A Collection of Despair
Poetry"Thoughts that Fester in the Brain" is a haunting collection of poetry that explores the depths of loneliness, heartbreak, and despair. Each poem captures the raw emotions of feeling lost, forgotten, and unseen in a world that offers no solace. For...
