I had to set the bar so low,
For fear I’d be spoiled,
Shaped by the quiet ache
Of shielding others from the storm.
But now I’m left with sorrow,
Sorry to myself,
For I couldn’t guard my soul,
While protecting everyone else.
And here I linger, in the abyss,
With no one by my side,
I saved them all, yet lost myself,
In shadows where I hide.
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Palette Words
Poesia"Palette Words" invites you to explore the spectrum of feelings that color our existence-from the deepest blues of sorrow to the brightest yellows of joy. Through poetry, I aim to capture the nuances of nature and the complexities of the human heart...
