In the corner of the room, a shadow luring the light, like the grip of cold fingers.
The walls are painted in hues of the deepest black,
A void of despair, no turning back.
The air is thick with a sense of dread,
As if the darkness itself has bled.
No windows, no doors, just an endless abyss,
A place where even hope ceases to exist.
Whispers echo in the empty space,
A haunting reminder of this cursed place.
No solace, no comfort, just endless gloom,
, there is no room.
The shadows dance and twist, a macabre ballet,
A sym sorrow, night and day.
Every corner holds a secret, a hidden pain,
In this dark room, there is nothing to gain.
No light can pierce the veil of despair,
No hope can bloom in this toxic air.
A prison of the mind, a torture of the soul,
In this detailed darkness, we lose control.
And so we remain, trapped in this endless night,
No redemption, no relief, just endless fright.
In the detailed darkness, there is no escape,
Only suffering, in this cruel landscape.
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The Dark Room - A Never Ending Darkness [On Hold]
Poetry"The Dark Room: A Never-Ending Darkness" is a haunting collection of poetry that delves into the depths of despair and the unrelenting darkness of the human condition. Each poem paints a vivid picture of a world consumed by hopelessness, where light...
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