Pain's sharp grip tightens around my soul's core,
Yet within darkness, my words begin to soar.
Bound by chains of anguish, I find no reprieve,
But in shadowed verses, my spirit finds its weave.
Through poems' ink, my sorrows find release,
And within their cadence, my heart finds peace.
From my prison of anguish, I'm set free,
Through the lyrical melodies that dwell within me.
Each line a splintered mirror of my despair,
Yet together they form a tapestry, rich and rare.
The key to my freedom lies in each word's strife,
For in my darkest verses, I reclaim my life.
©viralfreak
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