The very last one

This sounds like an exploration of loneliness and the familiarity that comes with living with pain for so long. I like the contradiction established at the beginning, where the silence of the world becomes an opportunity for you to hear just how loud your internal struggles are. There's something quite melancholic about that.

I also liked the idea of growing alongside one's pain, the line about maturing and ageing together like fine wine, except you never seem to get better. However, I think some of the imagery you used could be more distinctive. Expressions surrounding darkness,( just a thought)

My favourite part, though, is towards the end, the transition from your present loneliness to the image of a little girl standing with empty hands, waiting for something or someone. I think that introduces an entirely different dimension to the poem, almost suggesting that the loneliness being experienced isn't something that started in adulthood but something you have carried for much longer. I'd have loved to see that idea explored a little further.( or maybe I'm reading too much into it but I think it has more depth than what meets the eye)

in all, it's amelancholic but a beautiful piece.

Reading this poem felt less like looking at words on a screen and more like stepping directly into a living, breathing landscape. Your capacity for vivid sensory world-building is truly exceptional. You don’t simply describe a scene; you evoke its texture, its temperature, its scent, and its underlying mood. I felt completely immersed in the atmosphere you created, completely captivated by the quiet magic woven into every single stanza.
What struck me most was your incredible mastery of imagery. You take ordinary elements of the natural world and reframe them through a completely fresh, unexpected lens. Your metaphors do not feel forced or overly decorative; instead, they feel deeply earned, unlocking hidden layers of meaning within the landscape. The rhythm of your lines mirrors the organic movements of the environment you are describing—there is a subtle, hypnotic musicality to the cadence that makes the poem demand to be read aloud. Your choice of line breaks is equally brilliant, letting images breathe and allowing the reader a momentary pause to absorb the sheer weight of your descriptions. This piece showcases a profound attentiveness to the world around us and an enviable technical skill in translating that observation into art. You have a magnificent eye for detail and a gorgeous command of language. This is the kind of poetry that forces a reader to slow down, look closer, and appreciate the quiet complexities of existence. Absolutely breathtaking work.

Wow, this poem is incredibly raw and honest. The way you structure it by starting the stanzas with short, one-word sentences like "It's quiet," "It's loud," "It's strange," and "It's normal" is an amazing stylistic choice. It creates this really cool, repeating pattern that immediately grabs the reader's attention and sets a heavy, emotional mood. The contrast between the outside world being completely silent and the inside of the speaker's head being completely deafening is so relatable and well done.
I really appreciate how the poem plays with rhythm. The line "we matured and aged together like fine wine" is such a sophisticated metaphor for a young writer! To make the flow even cleaner, there are a few tiny mechanics things to look at. For example, in the line "and I suddenly realise, I can no longer recognise," you could add a direct object at the end—like "recognise myself" or "recognise the room"—just to complete the thought grammatically. Also, swapping out the British spelling of "realise" and "recognise" to the American "realize" and "recognize" might be good depending on your audience!
The transition into the longer stanzas at the end perfectly mirrors how an emotional breakdown feels—like your thoughts are suddenly racing and spilling over. The imagery of the little girl standing alone with empty hands while everyone else gets her dream is absolutely heartbreaking. It is a beautiful, vulnerable piece of poetry!
Overall I loved it and it hit very close to home. Good job!

Hello, Noirmont here to review!
Ooh, I really enjoyed this. The contrast of adjectives is a great hook. Simple pivots like that can really make a poem memorable.
This second line is a great introduction off of "It's quiet", as well. It builds on what was previously established in such a heartbreaking way. (Lol, literally!)

The world is sleeping and it's quiet all around, so I can finally hear my heart breaking without any interruption.

It's just upsetting, really, to see everyone else having your dream.
Like something has been stolen or just left in the past, in a little girl's empty hands.
Who still stands there, alone, like always, waiting on something or maybe someone.
Because when true love was given away, she was somehow always the very, very last one.