Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

The me in us, a mystic, elusive thing,
I've traversed distances, both inner and outer, unknown, unmeasured, and unspoken.
The abyss on earth, a reflection of the void within,
Echoes of silence that corrode, yet remain unspoken.

I've witnessed the depths of human experience,
Yet, I remain blind, lost in the labyrinth of my own soul.
I close my eyes, and the whispers of my heart resound,
A lonely cadence that echoes through the chambers of my chest.

The heart, a solitary instrument, designed to beat for itself,
Rejoices in the rhythm of its own making, a symphony of self.
In the silence, I find my song, a melody entwined within my being,
I sing, my voice a whispered promise, a groove that echoes through my soul.