In shadows deep, where secrets lie,
A tale unfolds, beneath the sky.
No tone to guide, no judgment cast,
This verse explores a world so vast.
A dance of souls, a fragile art,
Where veils are worn, to hide each heart.
No syllables can truly tell,
The stories that these walls compel.
No language can define their worth,
For they are more than what’s unearthed.
Their smiles, their tears, their hopes, their fears,
Concealed behind a mask of years.
In whispered whispers, they reside,
Their dreams and passions pushed aside.
No key points to unlock their plight,
Yet still, they strive to find the light.
Their language, one of silent cries,
As innocence within them dies.
But let us not forget their pain,
For they, too, deserve love’s gentle rain.
So let us see beyond the veil,
And understand their hidden tale.
No auto-detect can truly grasp,
The complexities within their grasp.
In free verse, we attempt to find,
The essence of their troubled mind.
No structure can confine their voice,
For they are more than just a choice.
“Shattered Veil” reveals their plight,
A glimpse into their endless night.
No syllables can truly say,
The depth of darkness they convey.
But may this poem shed some light,
And bring compassion into sight.
No smileys can express enough,
The empathy we all should have.
