The days rush by in a blur, swift and fleeting,
While the nights drag on, each moment, repeating,
My consciousness stretches, reaching for the skies,
Yet my eyes grow heavy, as sleep's veil draws nigh.
With each passing stage, my awareness unfurls,
A tapestry of sensations, in this chaotic world,
My senses keen, honed by the storm's fierce blow,
Perplexed by the changes, by the ebb and flow.
The winds of change, they howl and they rage,
As the tempest within me, turns the page,
And amidst the chaos, I find a strange calm,
In the eye of the storm, a soothing balm.
For in the tumult, there lies a hidden grace,
A transformation unfolding, in this wild embrace,
And as the days speed by, and the nights grow slow,
I surrender to the storm, letting it guide me where I go.
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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...