"The Worst Kind of Shadows"
The worst kind of feelings
are the ones you can’t carve into stone,
can’t drown in the river,
or set aflame in the yard.
They linger—
like the ghost of a touch
on skin that no longer remembers warmth,
like a song half-remembered,
hummed wrong in the dark.
You wear them like a coat
stitched from unanswered questions,
each thread a *why* that knots itself tighter
with every breath.
And the cruelest part?
They don’t even rage.
They don’t scream, or break things,
or leave bruises you can point to and say:
*Here. This is where it hurts.*
No—
they just sit inside your ribs,
quiet as a stopped clock,
heavy as a closed door,
whispering:
*You can’t fix what was never yours to hold.*
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