I carved my name on shifting sands,
Believing I’d etched a legacy.
But the waves came, erased each line,
And left me adrift on a restless sea.
The words I spoke, like shattered glass,
Wounded hearts I never meant to bleed.
Now silence is my only friend,
A witness to the pain I breed.
I chase the past through endless nights,
Haunted by the ghosts of deeds.
If only I could turn back time,
To mend the wounds and plant new seeds.
But all that’s left are whispered sighs,
Echoes of a soul that pleads.
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 2:32 PM UTC
I carved my name on shifting sands,
Believing I’d etched a legacy.
But the waves came, erased each line,
And left me adrift on a restless sea.
The words I spoke, like shattered glass,
Wounded hearts I never meant to bleed.
Now silence is my only friend,
A witness to the pain I breed.
I chase the past through endless nights,
Haunted by the ghosts of deeds.
If only I could turn back time,
To mend the wounds and plant new seeds.
But all that’s left are whispered sighs,
Echoes of a soul that pleads.
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