Voided echoes?
In shadows deep,
a tale unfolds, a three-year thread.
in tear-stained eyes, a battle concealed,
emotions dance, a chaotic ordeal.
Irritation weaves its tangled art,
a canvas painted by a restless heart,
in a not-so-isolated earth.
Expressions once fragile, now part of shattered glass,
their worth.
Blurred memories, let them pass,
the people I’ve met, like ghosts in a dream,
faint and forgotten mass.
Realised, that I’ve turned into a toneless piece,
no longer caring about the memories I’ve made,
or the faces, of those with whom I’ve played.
In this emotional void, I find my space.
A comfort found,
alone, free, no more masks around.
No judgement lingers, no prying eyes.
No more roles, no need to pretend.
In this solitary sanctuary,
I peacefully reside, within the depths of my true happiness,
a genuine guide.
Publishing my first poem on this platform.
I'm in disbelief, that I just wrote that...
