inside these walls
you keep coming back to me
in your subtle ways
but at times I feel so tired
at that very instance
I fail to realize
what it was you said
or didn’t say
the smell of burnt electricity
eventually brings me
back into the fold
rhetorical questions
without any answers
slowly smoldering
inside these walls
december two thousand twenty
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This was well-written with a lot of depth. wishing you a peaceful and happy New Year.
Thank you, Padmini, and happy new year to you as well.