Do you dare to knock on the door of my mind ? Where cobwebs cling to memories i never signed. Would you read the letters i never sent ? Bleeding ink on paper that still smells of regret ?
Tell me - When the night chokes and the silence screams, Do your demons speak in broken dreams ?
Touch the scar - No, not the one you see, The one i hide behind every "I'm fine," carefully. Does your hurt echo like mine ? Or are your ghosts quieter, More rèmed ?
Let's make a pact- You speak a truth- I'll bleed a line. You show a bruise. I'll show you mine.
Whispers crawl where light won't stay, We were made from ruin, not meant to pray. So tell me, Stranger behind this screen, Do you still chase peace or just keep it unseen ?
( Now you:). Write the next line- What do your shadows say ?
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Author:
Starfire (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I truly hope with all my heart that none of you relate to this poem it's truly not something I would wish upon my worst enemy and if you do relate just know that you're not alone ever I'll be there right next to you every step of the way. Hope my poem helps.
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This is a really well written poem. It describes a specific lonliness the all experience at some point in life. Nice ✍️
Questioning of oneself in this poem where regret remains locked. Regret a terrible cancer that needs to be surgically removed before it spreads. A lovely write
This is such a work of art! One of my favorite poems I have ever read. The shape, the conversations, the questions, everything. I love that there is so much love and so much pain in it. Beautifully said!
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