Another night, and here they come,
these thoughts that break, that beat like drums.
Something's off, I feel it there—
a tangled mind, a lost affair.
I can’t find my way, can’t quiet the pain,
a question rising, like a stain:
Was I cruel in a past life?
Or just kind in this one, amid the strife?
Thoughts twist and turn, a cruel parade,
my sanity slipping, thin and frayed.
Solidarity shattered, duties shed,
I’ve left so many words unsaid.
And then it strikes, the venom speaks—
a voice that pulls me to the deep.
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Poetry Threads
ŞiirWords become voices-emotions unsaid, woven in threads of poetry. Feelings hold meanings, dreams unfurl, their echoes lingering, soft and surreal.
