In the darkness of the night, I cry,
My heart burdened with sorrows that don't die,
Above me, the clouds hang low,
As heaven's tears begin to flow.
The rain pours down, tapping a mournful beat,
Echoing the sadness that my heart can't defeat,
The night is long, dark, and cold,
A perfect match for the hurt that I can't withhold.
The clouds that were once white and fair,
Now match the darkness of my despair,
Their shadows, a reminder of my sorrow,
Seem to deepen with each passing morrow.
So, I sit alone, in the solitude of night,
Fighting tears that blur my sight,
Against the memories that haunt me so,
And the pain that I can't let go.
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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...
