In the depths where sorrow resides,
Each breath a struggle, tearing inside.
Arrows aimed at the core, piercing art,
Targeting the center of a healing heart.
Awareness dawns, yet they feign ignorance,
Witnessing pain, yet shunning benevolence.
Blame readily cast, a relentless game,
While empathy remains but a fleeting flame.
"Why not strive harder?" they demand to know,
Yet fail to acknowledge the trials we sow.
Invisible battles, unseen scars we bear,
Hidden beneath a façade, beyond compare.
Pain is universal, yet seldom understood,
Sympathy lacking in the vast neighborhood.
For those who suffer silently, cries unheard,
Their anguish, a symphony, never conferred.
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Silent Mind
PoetryA collection of poems, prose, maybe short stories. Heartbreak, loss of self, grief...
