In the depths of the night where shadows conspire, thoughts spiral like smoke as I dance with desire.
What could be lingers, a whispering ghost, while what isn't weighs heavy, a burden I host.
Time drips like water through fingers of fate, each second expanding, tempting me to wait.
Fractured reflections in the mirror of dreams, echoes of moments that unravel at seams.
The heart beats a rhythm, both hollow and loud, chasing the specters beneath a dark shroud.
Will dawn break this silence, or stay lost in the haze?
Will I find my own path through the labyrinth of days?
Yet in this abyss, where doubts freely roam, I search for a flicker, a spark to call home.
For even in chaos, there's beauty to see, in the whispers of night, perhaps solace will be.
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PoetryI just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know
