Ink Of The Unheard

The heart feels heavy, dark as night, A burden deep, a fading light. The pain may seem to be the same, Yet reasons shift like flickering flame. They say, “Just share, don’t hold it in, A friend, a kin—let trust begin.” But life’s not fair to all who seek, Some find warmth, while others weep. And so, in ink, the sorrow flows, A whispered voice the silence knows. Through lines of verse, the lost can see, That solitude may set them free.