In shadows deep, where sadness reigns,
A haunting chorus, my soul sustains.
Through tear-streaked nights and lifeless days,
I'm lost within this melancholic haze.
Each step I take, feels like a fall,
In this abyss, where hope is small
Absorbed by darkness, I'm bound to roam,
A prisoner within my mind's degraded dome.
Whispers of doubt, they taunt my dreams,
A splintered spirit, torn it seems.
The mirror reflects a shattered self,
A ghostly figure, sinking in itself.
But in despair, a glimmer remains,
A flicker of strength, this heart retains.
Though clouds may hover, obscuring the way,
I'll find the guts to face another day.
For even in darkness, seeds can grow,
And from the abyss, new life will show.
With tender care and love's embrace,
I'll find my peace and find my place.
To those who suffer, I share this plea,
Hold onto hope, let your heart break free.
For in the depths of pain, we'll rise above,
And find refuge in the power of love.
I have been practicing this for a few days now, where I read my poems to myself in front of the mirror and then talk reassuringly. So that's the title and thought I could share it here :)
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Reaper In The Dusk.
Poesia| Compilation of poems about depression｜ I present you the wounds that never showed on me which are deeper than anything that bleeds. This is my only chance to escape free a penalty for my deeds. My head is a very dark place. Which needs to be cared...
