The gust of cold breeze of thoughts
That strikes me hard creates chaos
every essence that it enforce
Puts me under the havoc of remorse
Quiet outside but the silence roars
compelling every wound to restore
echoing sorrow in silent storms
worsening pains like never before
Rambling in the mist of doubts
Letting every worry shout
Emptiness, so hard to carry
Making every simple so scary
Yet in the depths, I seek retreat
where with myself, I usually greet
the lonely space where light’s unseen
but a peaceful world where I have been
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC
The gust of cold breeze of thoughts
That strikes me hard creates chaos
every essence that it enforce
Puts me under the havoc of remorse
Quiet outside but the silence roars
compelling every wound to restore
echoing sorrow in silent storms
worsening pains like never before
Rambling in the mist of doubts
Letting every worry shout
Emptiness, so hard to carry
Making every simple so scary
Yet in the depths, I seek retreat
where with myself, I usually greet
the lonely space where light’s unseen
but a peaceful world where I have been
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