Loneliness
swallowing me,
I'm lost
in the cycle
of never ending,
looking for someone
who is never
there.
Eyes
of a face
unknown to me,
all that are left
in my memory.
Until I find her
I'll wander
in the woods
of mists,
where the sun
no longer rises,
and empty are
hopes.
(January 2022)
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Abisso
Poetry"Sinking in the ocean of tears and sorrow" The soul, a painting of shades and emotions, fleeting and evanescent. So complex understanding every fragmented side of it, and like autumn leaves, who we are, slowly vanishes away. The only memory left of...
