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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Under the suffocating veil of dusk, where shadows whisper forgotten tales to the wind, I wander the labyrinth of thoughts, a traveler in the silent chaos of my mind. Romania stands immune to all my calls, a land where the poet’s voice is an echo lost in the vastness, Its people, deaf to the language of the poet's heartbeat, avoid recognizing suffering—too embarrassing, too cruel, They avert their eyes from tears, masking their own fears with façades of invulnerability. Their terror of violence, a lurking beast, drives them to commit cruelties that defy reason, Insane acts of destruction, born from their own fear, cast dark shadows upon the land, They have no reverence for form or change; they cling to rigid patterns, destroying all that doesn't fit, In their grip lies chaos, and yet they pursue it relentlessly, a paradox of order and ruin. Through the winding corridors of thoughts, I see their fear as a specter, haunting every corner, A terrifying guide leading them down paths littered with the remnants of shattered dreams and hopes, Each act of cruelty, a desperate cry against the silence, a futile attempt to still the internal disorder, They destroy, seeking peace in the ashes of what once was vibrant and free, finding only more disarray. The poet’s words transform into songs of lament, mourning the loss of beauty in the relentless quest for conformity, Among the ruins of individuality, I find remnants of forgotten verses, buried under the weight of imposed uniformity, Their souls, imprisoned within the walls of self-imposed prisons, scream, but their cries return to the empty void. Engulfed in this stream of consciousness, I see the landscape of a broken spirit, Once a canvas of infinite possibilities, now marked by the scars of imposed chaos, In their hearts, the melody of creation becomes faint, replaced by the dissonance of despair and fear, The poet's call, a ghostly wail, reverberating through the night, seeking ears willing to hear, to understand. And yet, beneath the surface of this imposed chaos, lies a silent resistance, Whispers of change, subtle and persistent, like the gentle rustling of leaves in a never-ending forest, For even in the heart of chaos, the seeds of renewal await their moment, ready to sprout among the ruins, And in that rebirth, perhaps, a new harmony will emerge, where the poet's song may resonate once more with the soul. Until then, I wander the twilight, a witness to the merging of creation and destruction, Each step a reminder of the resilience of the spirit, of the relentless pursuit of beauty amidst despair, For beyond the touch of fear and violence, beyond the imposed rigid patterns, lies the boundless realm of the poet's dream, Where suffering is acknowledged, darkness embraced, and from the universe of chaos, new stars are born.
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