Little bird, fleeting in the rain's embrace,
At my window, a visitor with grace,
Though I try to ignore your gentle call,
Your song pierces through, breaking down my wall.
Every night, within the confines of my room,
Your sweet trill pierces through the gloom,
A beacon of light in my darkest hour,
Your melody, a soothing balm, a gentle shower.
While tears cascade, unheard by human ear,
You listen, your presence drawing near,
In my silent screams, you find solace profound,
A silent witness, a comforting sound.
Sweet little bird, bringer of joy untold,
In your presence, my sorrows unfold,
Never missing, always there to see,
The depths of my pain, my silent plea.
As you fly away into the night's embrace,
I'm left with your memory, a sacred space,
For in your song, I find my release,
A reminder of beauty in life's ceaseless peace.
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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...
