This cold that gnaws at me in the dead of night,
A frost that seeps into my bones, a blight,
This unquenchable flame, burning bright within,
Yet it's a fire that consumes, where to even begin?
Loneliness, my eternal shadow, my silent foe,
It wraps around me, a suffocating undertow,
Each night, it tightens its grip, a relentless hold,
As I sink deeper into despair's icy cold.
My mind, a ceaseless wanderer in the dark,
Lost in a labyrinth of memories stark,
Seeking you, amidst the echoes of my past,
Hoping to find solace, to make it last.
This desire, a weight upon my weary soul,
It shackles me, it takes its toll,
Breaking me down, piece by shattered piece,
Leaving me adrift, longing for release.
If only in spirit, I could find you there,
To share this burden, this endless despair,
But in the depths of my solitude, I'm alone,
With nothing but echoes of a love that's overthrown.
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Echoes of despair: Poems from the Abyss
PoetryPhysical copy soon in amazon Echoes of Despair: Poems from the Abyss is a collection of deeply introspective and haunting poems that delve into the depths of human suffering, exploring themes of darkness, despair, pain, and the struggle for redempti...