Lights out,
I reach for my phone,
It's 8:44 pm on the dot.
My head is heavy with a dull ache
No joy, no sorrow, just a numb state.
Tears roll down my face
The heat, unbearable, feels like a blaze
Craving a warm embrace,
But the air kisses my skin, leaving no trace.
Oh, how I despise this sickness,
Robbing me of no comfort nor bliss.
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The Sound of Silence
Non-FictionHave 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...
