A date arrives, as it always does,
Marked by time, but not by us.
Once, we'd count each fleeting day,
Now, the silence leads the way.
A heart that doubts, a love unsure,
What once was clear, now feels obscure.
Do I say the words we used to share,
Or leave them hanging in the air?
The months have passed, but where are we?
Caught in a web of uncertainty.
Is this love that fades or bends?
Or just a chapter that quietly ends?
So I stand here, words unsaid,
A silent echo in my head.
Do I greet the day or let it go?
In this heart, only I may know.
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Echoes of My Soul: A Journey in Verse
PoetryEchoes of My Soul is a raw, unapologetic collection of poetry that delves into the dark corners of the human experience. Through verses that burn with anger, seethe with hatred, and ache with pain, the author reveals the struggle of confronting life...
