As I lay in bed, enveloped by the darkness of the night
I clutch my pillow tightly, hoping to find some respite
The pain inside me lingers still, refusing to subside
Yet to the outside world, my struggles I strive to hide.
Within me lies a myriad of emotions, each one begging to be heard
Poems swirl around in my mind, each one waiting to be stirred
But despite the urge to write and release them into the world
I remain stifled by fear and doubts, my creativity unfurled.
It's a battle, tearing me apart from within
I long to let my words run free, to let my creativity begin
But, they'll stay locked away, until my very last breath
A reminder of the poems and emotions left unsaid.
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The Sound of Silence
No FicciónHave you ever dared to listen to the whispers of silence? It may seem like a deafening void, but if you open your ears and heart, you will uncover a tale that is yet to be told. It could be the story of a universe unfolding, the murmur of your own...
