
23/03/2025
Poetry It's the cries that keep me companyAt night, when darkness wraps around meA relentless grip that chokes my breathSometimes I yearn to scream, but screams betray me. Oh, the black clothes that have become my solaceA mourning veil that shrouds my soul.Does one prepare for death? Is it a fate we can apply for?...
Poetry It’s the cries that keep me companyAt night, when darkness wraps around meA relentless grip that chokes my breathSometimes I yearn to scream, but screams betray me. Oh, the black cloth…