The shadows whisper in silence,
as the howling winds echo
through the once lived rooms.
The winds strip off the warmth
away from my skin, as I sleep
while my pockets are empty
from the deep regrets.
My ropes of longing, now
frayed at the ends,
yearns to see the life again.
Unspoken words of mine
amplify the silence of the room.
The closet in the darkness,
now encapsulates the memories,
of the once lived pictures of warmth.
The room that once lived, now
live to see the ominous silences.
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 4:01 AM UTC
The shadows whisper in silence,
as the howling winds echo
through the once lived rooms.
The winds strip off the warmth
away from my skin, as I sleep
while my pockets are empty
from the deep regrets.
My ropes of longing, now
frayed at the ends,
yearns to see the life again.
Unspoken words of mine
amplify the silence of the room.
The closet in the darkness,
now encapsulates the memories,
of the once lived pictures of warmth.
The room that once lived, now
live to see the ominous silences.
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