The one thing I long most for
Stays yet beyond my grasp.
In heart aching silence,
I mourn its lose.
Alone in the crowd,
I suffer myself
How did we get here?
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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.
