I don't see the depth

Vishakha

I still keep the count of the scratches

I've left on the wall

Lurking behind the curtains of courtesy,

but my soul is cracking and I'm going to fall

I'm a living hermit of dried emotions,

as I'd sometimes portray

And I'm getting wrinkles from dismay,

now even the thoughts feel young,

while I'm left all old and gray

  • Author: Vishakha (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 4th, 2025 13:20
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  • Lorenz

    But the depth look at you .

  • sorenbarrett

    Very clever wording leads to an opening of thoughts. Well done

  • Poetic Licence

    Cleverly crafted write, enjoyed the read



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