
Nights Are the Loneliest: A Poem About the Solitude That Visits in the Dark
Introduction: There’s something about nightfall that sharpens loneliness. Maybe it’s the silence. Maybe it’s the

Introduction: There’s something about nightfall that sharpens loneliness. Maybe it’s the silence. Maybe it’s the

There are few pains as sharp and strange as heartbreak. It isn’t just about a

There’s a kind of magic that only reveals itself at night. When the world goes

Sadness doesn’t always come with chaos. Sometimes, it’s just a stillness. A heaviness behind the

When someone goes missing, time doesn’t just pass—it stretches, warps, and weighs down the soul.

Disability is not weakness—it’s another version of strength. A quiet, resilient, everyday kind of strength

There’s a kind of horror in how ordinary the world can seem seconds before tragedy.

Some pain doesn’t have a cause you can point to. It isn’t tied to one

Depression doesn’t always show itself through tears. Sometimes it wears a mask. Sometimes it shows