The waves, a chorus of despair, they crash,
Each crest a lament, each ebb a gnash,
They swallow my sorrow, drown my soul,
Yet in their tumult, your absence takes its toll.
The scent of your skin, a haunting perfume,
It suffocates, it consumes, sealing my doom,
It clouds my mind, distorts my sight,
In its suffocating embrace, I lose the fight.
The water in my chest, a suffocating weight,
Dragging me deeper, sealing my fate,
With each descent, I feel you nearby,
But in the darkness, your presence is unclear.
In the shadows, I wander, lost and alone,
Haunted by echoes of a love overthrown,
My conscience fades, but the ache remains,
As I stumble blindly through endless chains.
Consumed by the abyss, I willingly dive,
For in its depths, I hope to revive,
I embrace the darkness, if it leads me to you,
For even in death, our love will ring true.
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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...
