The shadows whisper softly, in the corners of my mind,
A longing for the darkness, a solace I can't leave behind.
The scars are old, but memories are sharp as any blade,
And every time I'm lost inside, I feel that urge invade.
The pain, it thrums like thunder, a storm within my veins,
And though I've fought so hard to heal, I'm haunted by the chains.
I reach for comfort in the past, for moments wrapped in pain,
The echoes of a wound that tells me this cycle will remain.
The urge is like a shadow, that stretches in the night,
It murmurs that it understands, that wrong can feel like right.
My heart's a battlefield of hope and fears I can't ignore,
And every time I think I'm safe, the whispers beg for more.
I fight to keep my distance, from the scars I used to bear,
But every time I'm feeling lost, I sense the shadows there.
The promise of relief, the fleeting peace it brings,
It tempts me with its siren song, and wraps me in its wings.
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Canvas of Emotions: Painted in Poetry
PoetryCanvas of Emotions: Painted in Poetry is a powerful collection of poems that explores the depths of human experience, from the shadows of despair to the light of resilience. Each poem is a brushstroke on the canvas of the soul, capturing the raw and...
