In these restless, endless hours do shadows claim your heart, whispering their hollow…
I sensed the shadows creeping in, like whispers against the wall, unspoken truths…
Hand me your life, the one you’ve lived in whispers, and I’ll show you how to scream…
You seek the raw, the unvarnished — the kind that tears at your soul, peels…
No one saw the tears soak through the pages of your worn notebook, the way you…
I feel the weight of unsaid things resting on my chest, heavy as rainclouds about to burst. I…
In the city’s twilight, where echoes of neon fade and silence swells, I find myself…
This poem celebrates the profound comfort and connection found in simple…