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 (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
A ghostly poem of a most haunting nature. Well written
Thank you so much. It means a lot to me.
You are most welcome
A powerful piece, it is haunting and minimalist, using repetition and visual emphasis to convey regret, absence, and unresolved pain. Nicely written.
This is what I actually felt.
Thank you for reading.
Very ominous. Feels like I am looking through frosted glass as I read this, unable to discern the vague shapes on the other side. Fearful in it's execution. Beautiful.
I am glad you felt the actual meaning behind this.
Thank you for reading
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