Stillness 

and for the first time,

this stillness of night

feels heavy on my heart.

tonight,

it seems as if

the blackness itself is

showcasing me of

my misery in my life.

-SHREYA

By Shreya Sharma

I read poems. Sometimes I write poems. And when I am doing nothing, I am sipping coffee.

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