Slowly, silently
Disdain crawls back to the heart
Lowly, I feel
For its terrible how I live
The heart aches
The smile fades
Alone by myself, where to turn I know not
How this came to be, a freight
Happiness gleams unruly somewhere almost forgotten
Cravings of the heart
Long abolished
The hermit life only too far-fetched I adore
Heart is home
Home is heart
Where happiness is, for me, is home.
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PoetrySometimes, the only way we can truly express ourselves is by penning our emotions. When we need to be heard, but no one seems to listen. The only option is to write in hope that someday, someone truly worthy will listen and understand.
