Poems in the Dark

<p>There are places in the human mind that daylight refuses to enter.</p><p>Rooms sealed with old grief doors nailed shut with memories that still breathe. Most people learn to walk past them pretending not to hear the scratching inside.</p><p>I never learned.</p><p>These poems were born from those locked rooms... the echoing halls where nightmares linger the corners where sorrow grows teeth the shadows that know my name. I did not write them to comfort or to soothe or to dress darkness in pretty words. I wrote them because the dark keeps its own record and it demanded to be heard.</p><p>Within these pages you will find what I have seen... what I have lost... what has hunted me in the quiet hours when the world sleeps. Some verses bleed despair. Others bite. A few whisper truths that perhaps should have stayed buried.</p><p>Read them if you wish.</p><p>But understand this... once you step inside you do not remain unchanged.</p><p> </p>