Hello darkness!
My old friend,
How nice is it to see you,
After a few days of sun.
With this umbrella in my hand,
I thought it might never rain again.
But the clouds have always been,
On top of my head.
People see me on the road,
Their smiles speak,
Of strange voids,
And disrupted bonds.
When I sit alone,
The silence speaks,
Many things,
I don't want to hear.
I hope to walk my path,
But the shadows pull me back,
I can hear the clocks tick,
But I cannot feel the days pass.
I'm the speaker of silence,
The inhabitant of loneliness,
I see my future in a distance,
It's as blurry as the past.
©coelestis
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