In the theater of life, I play my part,
A puppet on strings, with a broken heart,
Masked by a smile, but inside I seethe,
With a fury that burns, refusing to leave.
Love, a distant memory, tainted by pain,
A bitter pill to swallow, yet I remain,
Anger, a fire that consumes my soul,
Leaving behind ashes, where once was whole.
Hope, a fragile thread, hanging by a thread,
In the face of indifference, it's easily led,
Indifference, a cloak that shields my heart,
From the wounds of love, torn apart.
Yet amidst the turmoil, a whisper of grace,
A glimmer of light, in this darkened space,
For even in the depths of despair,
There's a chance for redemption, if only we dare.
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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...