#LostKeys


In a dim-lit room where whispers dwell,
I find the remnants of a fragile spell,
A tapestry woven from threads of sighs,
Each strand a memory, a truth that lies.

What is it, this weight that clings to my soul?
A phantom embrace that won’t let me go,
Like autumn leaves, crisp against the chill,
Each one a decision, a time to fulfill.

I grasp at the echoes of laughter once bright,
Yet shadows now linger, dimming the light,
How curious the dance of purpose and pain,
To hold onto fragments, to cherish the stain.

I cradle the moments, though hollow the sound,
A heartbeat in silence where purpose is drowned,
What meaning resides in this clutch of the past?
A yearning for solace, a spell that won’t last.

I wander through corridors lined with my dreams,
Each door left unopened, each window that beams,
Yet I find no escape from the chains that I wear,
A comfort in chaos, a burden I bear.
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