Echoes of Sorrow: A Collection of Poignant Poetry

part 8:

~duvet-bôa~

In the shadows of my mind, a whispering voice,
Tells me I am addicted to sadness, by choice.
There's a comfort in the melancholy embrace,
A bittersweet solace in tears on my face.

Happiness once danced like a flame in my soul,
But now it feels foreign, no longer whole.
A certain amount of sadness, a familiar friend,
Seems to mend the broken pieces, to mend.

I seek solace in the darkness, in the night,
Where my sorrows take flight, in their own right.
The weight of sadness, a burden to bear,
Yet somehow it soothes, in a way that's rare.

Like a wounded bird with a broken wing,
I find solace in the sorrow that sadness brings.
It wraps me in its arms, like a gentle caress,
And in its embrace, I find a strange kind of rest.

So I walk this path, where shadows loom,
And though happiness fades, like a distant bloom,
I find a strange comfort in the tears that fall,
For in the sadness, I find my truest call.