Amidst the night's haunting cries,
I try to rest for a while,
But my mind keeps buzzing,
Like a ticking time bomb, confusing.
A broken mirror stands by my side,
Reflecting a lonely figure in its tide,
My scars and pains I try to hide,
Wishing to break free and turn the tide.
I flip through my diary's pages,
None of them left blank for ages,
The gloomy night persists, never changes,
Leaving me tired and drained from its ravages.
I've never sought solace or felt secure,
The weight of my troubles I can't endure,
But a mere shiv won't make it pure,
Only time and healing can be the cure.
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The Sound of Silence
NonfiksiHave 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...
