A House of Echoes
I dwell in a house of echoes,
Where every whisper lingers long,
The walls remember all my thoughts,
And amplify what feels so wrong.
The halls stretch out in endless gray,
Rooms filled with shadows from the past,
Each step I take just circles back,
To memories that never pass.
The quiet here is deafening,
An empty space where voices play,
They call me from the corners dark,
Yet fade before I find the way.
I scream, but it returns to me,
An echo of my silent cries,
No warmth, no hand to hold my own,
Just hollow sounds beneath the skies.
In this house, I am alone,
A prisoner of forgotten dreams,
Where hope is but a fleeting breath,
That vanishes in distant streams.
But still, I walk these lonely halls,
Listening to the echoes hum,
Waiting for a day to come,
When silence finally makes me numb.
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Whispers of the Soul
PoetryIn "Whispers of the Soul," the poet invites readers on an intimate journey through the intricacies of human emotion and experience. This collection captures the delicate balance of joy and sorrow, love and loss, solitude and connection. Each poem se...
