In the silent realm of self and sky,
Alone I stand, not asking why.
A choice embraced, a sacred space,
Where solitude unveils its grace.
Yet lonely lurks in shadows' plight,
A whisper in the quiet night.
A fleeting ache, an unseen tear,
Longing for connection, drawing near.
Alone, a fortress, mind's retreat,
A haven where my thoughts can meet.
Lonely, a transient, passing gust,
In the corridors of hearts, it must.
So, in the dance of self and crowd,
I navigate, both silent and loud.
Alone, the captain of my fate,
Yet not immune to lonely's weight.
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Author:
Dev parth (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 15th, 2023 09:37
- Category: Sad
- Views: 6
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Comments2
Rly like the emotion. Very powerful words thank you
Nice play on words and narrative structure, cool.
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