In the depths of my soul, shadows stretch and twist,
Echoes of love's demise in every whispered twist.
Hatred coils like a serpent, venomous and dark,
Its fangs sink deep, leaving behind its mark.
Love, once a beacon, now a distant echo,
Lost in the labyrinth of time, a bitter tableau.
Bitterness blooms like a noxious weed,
Choking out hope with every poisonous seed.
Anger, a tempest brewing beneath the calm,
A storm waiting to break, inflicting harm.
Yet amidst the chaos, hope dares to flicker,
A fragile flame, against darkness it bickers.
Indifference wraps around like a cold shroud,
A shield against the pain, a silent vow.
Pain pulses through every fiber of my being,
A relentless ache, with no end in seeing.
But in the midst of this turmoil, a glimmer shines bright,
A ray of hope, cutting through the darkest night.
For even in the depths of despair, there lies a chance,
A chance for redemption, a fleeting dance.
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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...
