Amidst the roar, I stand unseen,
A shadow lost where light has been.
Laughter rings, a hollow sound,
Masking the void where pain is found.
In the crowd, a quiet ache,
A fragile soul begins to break.
Pieces fall, a pride undone,
Scattered beneath a setting sun.
The mirror mocks with empty eyes,
Reflecting dreams turned into lies.
Each shard a whisper, faint, yet clear,
Of battles lost and silent fear.
I gather them, though hands do bleed,
To weave a hope from broken need.
But still the silence lingers near,
A haunting friend, a steadfast peer.
For in this emptiness, I see,
A chance to find what’s left of me.
Though fractured now, the heart will mend,
And from this grief, I’ll rise again.
UMK, just now.
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