In the silent soliloquy of endless night,
Emotion echoes in the corners of plight,
The 'things I never said', a ghostly sight.
Depression descends like a heavy shroud,
Each unsaid word, a thundercloud,
In the noiseless whispers, sorrow is loud.
Fragmented traces of anger unexpressed,
Unvoiced sentiments, within the heart repressed,
The 'things I never said', forever undressed.
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Things I Never Said (A Collection of Unsaid Thoughts)
PoetryIn the depths of these verses, within the lines that form the tapestry of my poetry, rest my most tender and vulnerable thoughts. They reside here, delicately tucked away, crafted into words that I have never found the courage to speak aloud. Do not...
