Rage & Regret
not letting it out...
In the veiled embrace of night's somber cloak, he stood face-to-face with an inner foe.
Vitriolic words had escaped his lips, their toxic bite poisoning cherished hearts. Memories surged, snapshots of his aggression's aftermath: contorted faces, tears cascading, eyes that once glowed with love now etched with indescribable betrayal.
Each image testified to the wounds he had inflicted, a compelling call for metamorphosis.
But amidst desolation's grip, a delicate ember of hope waltzed within his heart. He had gleaned wisdom of acceptance, embracing the shadow's presence. Weary but resolute, he shut his eyes, beckoning forth his demons from soul's abyss.
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Muhammad Hamza Shah
Medical Student | Trying to discover my forte in writing while snoozing over lofty medical textbooks.
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