Entering the room with yarn and loom,
Eyes avoid me, like impending doom
"Fetch us tea," their casual plea,
Reduced to this, it's all they see
My mental health, a tattered core,
Amidst the yells, innocence I implore
Accused of lies, though I'm not to blame,
Drowning in sorrow, it's not a game
The tears I shed, unnoticed affairs,
Stares replace words, empty glares
Begging for help, but none arrive,
Unable to stand, unable to strive
Alone in the dark, counting each mark,
I contemplate, lost in the stark
I surrender, no strength to endure,
Sick and tired, of that I'm sure
Release me, I plead, from this despair,
Yearning for solace, for someone to care
Yet, no one appears on the scene,
Trapped within a blank screen
Ink runs dry from my cup's embrace,
This is my end, an apologetic trace.
I've given up, the ink's final sip,
A silent farewell, from a weary script
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The Light in Her Poetry
Poetry"The Light in Her Poetry" is a captivating collection of 100 poems that explores a wide range of human emotions and experiences, from joy to despair, love to heartbreak, and reflections on faith to life's journey. With a blend of happy, sad, love, s...
