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.
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