Literature
Terror of solitude
What are your intentions, keeper of silence?
Your room is empty,
your presence is unknown to the eye of beauty,
your fears are unrealistic and imaginary.
Where do you exist, guardian of emptiness?
Your words are hollow,
your bravery is unseen,
the demons haunting you are invincible.
Why are you not leaving the vault of quiet suffering?
Take your bravery and move towards them all,
nothing they fear more than the unexpected,
be sure they are different as you dreamt of them always as the devils.
Have you seen the problems of these world?
Have you realized your demons are haunting not just you?
some water on a leaf