Thrown into the silent night
No words uttered on my lips
Only emptiness filling the void
Like lightning in the darkest abyss
Alone I stand at the edge of the abyss
In silence, a bitter taste creeps in
No one understands my footsteps
Like a shadow that endlessly follows
In my eyes, emptiness is reflected
Like a star that no longer shines
Only the night wind whispers softly
Bringing news of deep loneliness
Wounds and sorrows cling tightly to my chest
Not tears that evoke sympathy
Only agony writhing within
Becoming a witness to neglected solitude
Alone, I walk aimlessly
Among the ruins of shattered dreams
Becoming a part of the void
Unspoken, unhealed, and endless.
About the Creator
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