Three hundred days, the countdown starts,
Each tick a weight upon my heart.
A maze of walls, a narrowing view,
Every dawn another hue of blue.
The doors are closing, the windows barred,
Each day that passes feels more marred.
Time drips slow, a bitter ache,
Hope dissolves like morning's break.
Three hundred days of endless wait,
Of marking time, of tempting fate.
Every second, a silent shout—
Three hundred days to no way out.
But somewhere within, a flicker remains,
In chains and walls, in unseen pains.
For maybe in shadows, there's something more,
A crack, a chance, an unopened door.
So here I count, but I don't despair,
With whispered dreams and silent prayers.
Three hundred days, the path is steep,
But I hold on to secrets I keep.
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100+ Poems for Gabrielle ~ Vol. 1
Poesía"100+ Poems for Gabrielle" is a first volume, heartfelt collection of poems dedicated to someone special, weaving together themes of love, friendship, and deep emotions. Each poem reflects unique moments and feelings, offering a journey through word...
