A room of pitch black, a self-pitying soul,
And reflections that no mirror can hold.
Darkness surrounds wherever I can see,
A heart that aches with no will to be free.
I pretend, day after day, I wear a mask,
But inside, I’ve forgotten what it means to ask—
What makes me happy? What causes the pain?
I drift in silence, under life’s heavy strain.
Yet it feels more than an empty dark room,
Like the voice of my soul murmuring as it roams.
Whispering in my ears, lingering near my heart,
Sharing the regrets that slowly tear me apart.
There’s no escape from the cold in my eyes,
That withers beneath the shelter of lies.
Afraid of the truth, I sink deeper still,
A prisoner to this sorrow, against my will.
But there’s no denying the numbness I feel,
Living a life that no longer feels real.
Scared of the truth, I hide in a dream,
Not knowing what joy or sadness could mean.
I don’t know what it is that I even seek,
Tired of pretending, too tired to speak.
Carrying the weight of these hidden scars,
I search for meaning, but it's too far.
I retreat within, too weary to share,
Trapped in a life that feels too hard to bear.
I don’t know what I’m running from,
Or why everything feels so numb.
Tired of a life I don’t understand,
Longing for peace that slips through my hands.
I cling to the weight of my silent despair,
Wandering through shadows, no solace to spare.
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Whisper in the echoes of rain
PoetryThese poems are an exploration of the quiet moments that often go unnoticed. They delve into the emotions that linger in the shadows, the thoughts that echo in silence, and the feelings that are often left unspoken. Each verse captures a fragment of...
