shadows of the mind

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In shadows cast by the moon's pale glow,

A soul adrift, with a heart of woe.

In the realm of friends, a spectral shade,

Haunted by a feeling, unwelcome, betrayed.

Within the circle of laughter and cheer,

The loneliest echoes, none but I hear.

A stranger in the midst, a ghostly figure,

Unseen, unheard, a lonely vigor.

The firelight flickers, a deceptive dance,

Yet, in my heart, a chilling trance.

In camaraderie's warmth, I find no reprieve,

Only the cold touch of a friendless eve.

Among the jests and banter so light,

I linger, a specter in the muted night.

A masquerade of smiles, a façade well-worn,

Yet within, a tempest of loneliness is born.

Edgar's raven perches upon my soul,

Cawing tales of belonging, a distant goal.

In the haunted chamber of friendship's door,

I stand, an outsider, forevermore.

The pendulum swings in relentless rhyme,

Marking the hours of this solitary time.

Each tick a reminder of exclusion's sting,

In the shadowed realm where sorrows cling.

A midnight dreary, in the soul's abyss,

I pen verses of despair, a sorrowful bliss.

The raven's cry echoes, "Nevermore,"

In the chamber where belonging I implore.

Quoth the raven, "Alone, forevermore,"

As I tread the path of an outcast lore.

A tale woven in melancholy threads,

In the tapestry of friendships, where darkness spreads.

The masquerade continues, laughter resounds,

Yet, in the depths, a dissonance rebounds.

A spectral figure, lost in the masquerade,

Longing for a place where shadows fade.

In the melancholy of an Edgaresque theme,

I navigate the corridors of a fractured dream.

A poem of solitude, in the poet's style,

A reflection of a heart, lost in exile.

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