The Library of Lost Words
(Unspoken Secrets in Whispering Pages)
Through labyrinthine shelves, shadows creep,
Where forgotten words, their stories seep.
Leather volumes, bound in moonlit sighs,
Hold secrets lost, beneath ink-stained skies.
Whispers from pages, a lover's lament,
Promises etched, with bitter intent.
Sonnets of sorrow, penned in midnight rain,
Aching confessions, whispered in vain.
A lone quill trembles, on parchment so white,
Yearning to capture, the moon's gentle light.
Will it write a new chapter, mend what's undone?
Or forever remain, a melody unsung?
The library beckons, with its secrets untold,
A sanctuary for dreams, both new and old.
For even lost words, like whispers set free,
Can find their voice, in the heart's poetry.
About the Creator
Ivan
Hey there! I'm Ivan, a 19-year-old track athlete from Portugal who loves books and sharing thoughts on them. Join the conversation! Let's chat about our favorite reads and dive into the wonderful world of literature together! ;)
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Reading as well as writing would always be therapeutic! Loved your poem!