In this abyss, my heart weakly beats,
A mere echo of life's fleeting feats.
My troubled soul, burdened and worn,
I grasp my breath, fearing it may be torn.
Solace found in undesired despair,
I'm but an echo, lost in the air.
Thrown into this abyss, I can't comprehend,
Suffocating, drowning in sadness that won't mend.
Depression consumes, draining my essence,
My spirit devoured in its relentless presence.
The grip tightens, a relentless hold,
As faint sounds rustle, whispers untold.
Hollow echo, my pulse, a feeble refrain,
Lost in the depths of sorrow and pain.
No longer myself, a mere hollow shell,
A whisper of existence, a mournful farewell.
I teeter on the edge, death drawing near,
An ominous thud, the end's austere.
For it feels like the finale, life's cruel jest,
Dissolving into nothingness, a soul unrest.
A rumour am I, a ghostly mirage,
Fading echoes, lost in life's montage.
The trace of existence, feeble and frail,
Where has my mind gone, lost in this gale?
Fragments slip away, losing grip on reality,
I'm fading fast, vanishing gradually.
In this abyss, hope dissolves, oh so fleet,
I'm losing myself, surrendering defeat.
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Paradox Of Life
PoetryCollection of poems about life and its challenges including friendship, loneliness, aloneness, love, depression, grief, betrayal and much more.
