In the realm of ink and parchment grey,
A writer weaves a poem each passing day.
In the depths of his creation, he's confined.
Bound by the characters, their fate entwined.
How can he endure the pain he impacts,
A cruel architect of broken hearts?
Facing the eyes of loved ones lost,
In sorrows grip, he pays the cost.
The hero he penned with valor and grace,
Now lies cold, departed from life's embrace.
Surviving the apocalypse he set to roam,
He finds himself trapped, never to return home.
In this somber realm, the writer stands,
Haunted by worlds he crafted with his hands.
Tormented by echoes of cries he composed,
Enduring the grief, his soul exposed.
Through tear-stained words, his heart reveals
The weight of sorrows he alone conceals.
In the prison of his mind, he's condemned to reside,
A captive author, lost in the story's tide.
Oh, dear reader, hear his silent plea,
For empathy and solace, set him free.
In the tapestry of pain he weaves and grieves,
May compassion be the key that relieves.
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Poetry↳ ❝ And I realise that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind ¡! ❞ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Poetry is an art that can touch the soul the same as music or even a he...
