He blinks through the blur of another 3 a.m.,

a prisoner of thoughts that visit again.

His eyes, like glass, hold stories untold, heavy with battles that never grow old.

Coffee cools on the table nearby, his fourth cup tonight, he doesn't ask why.

Not for the taste, not for the heat-just something to hold in the cold of defeat.

You never wrote back, but I read every line—

In letters I dreamed up and signed in your sign.

They came in the wind or the drip of the sink,

In shadows that pause just a moment to think.

I fed on illusions, I watered my pain,

I swore that your absence would soon explain.

But days turn to years, and still I believe,

That ghosts only vanish when we stop to grieve.


---nyn

I walk through nights that have no end, Where shadows stretch and stars pretend.

The silence hums a lullaby, To all the tears I never cry.

My thoughts, like ghosts, begin to creep, Through empty rooms where memories sleep.

Each heartbeat echoes down the hall-A quiet proof I felt it all.

No voice replies, no light will stay, Just hollow echoes fade away.

IN SHATTERED PIECES,
MY HEART DID FALL,
LOST IN DARKNESS,
FEELING SO SMALL.
BUT THROUGH THE PAIN,
I'LL FIND MY WAY, WITH EACH SUNRISE,
A BRIGHTER DAY.
FOR EVEN IN HEARTBREAK,
I'LL STILL FIND GRACE,
LET MY BROKENNESS BECOME
MY STRENGTH'S EMBRACE.

People say,
March is a month of colors.
Is it?!
So why do people steal my color?
Why do they make my life black and white?
Why do they make me feel like I'm colorless?
Why ?
Is it because March is not really a month of COLORS!?

I write when I don't speak
Now I've my own library
                                        ~nyn

Beneath the moon's gentle glow love's tale unfolds,
A connection unspoken, a story yet untold.

No words to define, no boundries to bind, Just two souls hiding, Intertwined.

Navigation emotions, a dance in the dark, They explore uncharted territories, leaving a mark

Though the road has diverged, and we're apart
I'll cherish the love that once filled my heart.