20/08/2025
Tell me—
how do you save a soul
not swallowed by seas,
but by the slow, relentless tide
of their own thoughts?
Not a splash,
not a scream,
just silence curling at the edges
like fog around a fading shore.
No water in their lungs—
only memories,
regrets,
echoes of things they never said
louder than the waves ever were.
You throw them ropes
woven of words and warmth,
but they slip through—
not for lack of trying,
but because sorrow does not grip back.
So tell me,
what lifeline do you cast
for the ones who sink
with dry eyes
and heavy hearts?
How do you pull them back—
not from the sea,
but from the storm
inside?
—Oblivion Writes
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