I stand in the shadow of the unseen, Waiting for a presence that won’t be.
This hollow ache, this silent scream, A yearning for something that can't set me free.
My heart heavy, a gaping hole, Longing for what I do not know,
Embracing the void as it takes its toll, Lost in a haze, no place to go.
Yet in this stillness, whispers speak, A hint of solace, though faint and weak.
Perhaps in time, I’ll find what I seek, Until then, I breathe, endure, be meek.
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Author:
Necky (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 2nd, 2025 11:24
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
The sense of being in a dark tunnel with maybe a little light at the end, well expressed
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You are very welcome
Parting words that sound somewhat dark. Well rhymed and written this piece speaks as if from the grave.
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