Here I sit a man, deeply troubled.
The weight of my actions sinking in.
Once taken for granted,
Now slipping from within.
.
Here I sit a fool, jesting upon a court
deserving of mock’
With only myself to blame
I am losing my rock
.
Here I sit a captain, aboard my rocking ship
Sailing through the rough water
I have lost sight upon safe land
Ashamed of the trouble I have bought her
.
Here I sit a boy, full of sorrow
Wishing for a second chance
To restore and make anew
With his love of first glance
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Here I sit a Connoisseur, critiquing myself
Looking for ways I can improve
I am striving to be a better person
I offer my soul, I hope that she approves
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Here I sit a man, on a mission
Nothing can come between us
With Daisies in hand
I hope all happens as planned
.
Here I Sit a lesser half of a couple
Reunited, Smarter after my mistakes
I promise I will try harder my love.
we deserve better than these heart aches!
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the quiet town, Sarah’s heart raced with anxiety. She had always felt an inexplicable dread whenever darkness descended, but tonight felt different.
Sarah’s evening routine was disrupted by a persistent tapping sound on her window.
She cautiously approached, drawing back the curtains, only to find no one there. Her nerves were fraying at the edges, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.
Sleep eluded her that night. The tapping continued, growing louder and more insistent. Sarah’s fear was taking hold. Her mind battled against irrational thoughts, but her unease was relentless.
Days turned into weeks. Each evening the relentless tapping returned. Haunting her. She became a shell of herself.
One fateful night, many weeks in, Sarah finally snapped. She flung open the window, expecting to find someone or something lurking outside. Instead, all she found was an ornate mirror reflecting her own pale, desperate face.
The tapping ceased, replaced by a haunting whisper that chilled her to the bone: “You’ve always been your own worst enemy, Sarah….
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