In shadows deep where mirrors lie,
A soul beseeches, questioning why.
"Are you ugly?" echoes the air,
A mirror cracked, a self laid bare.
Deception dances, a phantom's waltz,
"A liar like me?" in whispers false.
"Why do I deny?" the truth concealed,
Honesty elusive, a mask revealed.
"We are dirt, we are alone,"
Loneliness etched in a heart of stone.
"Far from sober," whispers the night,
Detached from reality, lost in the fight.
"Medicate me, so I die happy,"
A desperate plea, emotions snappy.
Substances embraced, a fleeting grasp,
Escape sought from an internal rasp.
Blame unfolds in bitter threads,
A web of words, where resentment treads.
Mutual arrows, sharp and deep,
Strained relationships in shadows weep.
Cycles of emotion, a swirling tide,
"You don't care, I don't care," confide.
Mirror reflections of love and pain,
In this dance, emotions waltz again.
Ambiguity weaves through the verse,
A canvas open, emotions diverse.
Listeners project their tales untold,
In the verses dark, a story unfolds.
In the tapestry of human strife,
Self-worth flickers, a fragile life.
Loneliness, addiction's grip,
Interpersonal intricacies, a nuanced script.
This poem paints a canvas of the soul,
Exploring depths where shadows stroll.
A reflection of the human plight,
In the verses dark, we find our light.
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Whispers of the Soul: Verses From Within
PoetryEmbark on a journey into the depths of the human spirit with Whispers of the Soul: Verses From Within by Royce Earnest Rasmussen. In this captivating collection of poetry, Rasmussen delicately weaves words into intricate tapestries of emotion, invit...
