In the hush of the night, so still,
A serene calm, yet not for all to feel.
The quietude of the world outside,
Resounds loudly within my troubled mind.
Oh, sleepless night, why elude my grasp?
This anguish, this torment, an endless rasp.
A night etched in memory, never to depart,
Leaves a scar on my soul, a heavy heart.
Hear my silent cry, a voice in the dark,
Listen to my desperate plea, a fragile spark.
My trust shattered, like porcelain to forget,
In the depths of regret, I'm trapped, and yet.
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Voices Inside My Head
PoetryPoetry to liberate the tormented mind, yearning for happiness in the midst of madness.
