A poem about darkness
Your haunted shadows They hang out in my solitude Any idea of resurrection is gone There is probably no turning back The vortex of uniqueness She choked me as soon as I went to get out of her bowels And straight back I went back Denial of joy, joy in sadness Me and myself are in good company The feeling of the forgotten and the non-existent They grow the wall Making me not see the end
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I like the way you using words to give full explaintion of emotions ,This is a raw and poignant expression of deep internal struggle. The imagery of haunted shadows, the vortex of uniqueness, and the growing wall paints a vivid picture of being trapped in a cycle of despair and isolation. It truly resonates with a feeling of profound hopelessness.
Thank you for sharing it
