Ink perished, but the pain remained
I witnessed it through my glare.
Why did no one hold their gaze
toward the old warfare?
He was the only one
who dared to stay there.
But as I turned my gaze to him,
he wasn’t there.
i wasn't there
I Wasn't There
I WASN'T THERE....
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Author:
Shivansh (
Online) - Published: September 17th, 2025 11:08
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A ghostly poem of a most haunting nature. Well written
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