I Wandered To The Rim
I wandered to the rim,
peering into the void below.
Where is my ancient home,
lost in the mists of memory?
My illusions, my shroud,
veiling the truth that waits.
A voice from the Unseen—
unheard by earthly ears—
called me from the depths of silence,
raising me from the dead.
It echoed from the darkness:
I have never withdrawn from you.
MyKoul
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