In the recesses of my soul, sorrow whispers,
Veiled secrets linger, unseen, unheard,
Yearning for liberation, they strain against the seams,
In the cadence of my weeping, they find their streams.
Through rustling leaves, the sorrowful symphony sways,
A lament of nature, woven in the breeze's maze,
In harmony with my silent cries,
In solitude, I traverse sorrow's skies.
In the looking glass, fractured reflections abide,
A splintered visage, emotions denied,
Eyes that reflect a universe of hurt,
Longing for solace, yet remaining inert.
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Ed Heerkens
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Comments (1)
Wow, this is powerful.