Echoes of despair: Poems from the Abyss

Echoes of Hope: A Journey Through Darkness

In the garden of my soul, whispers bloom,

Echoes of hope amidst life's gloom.

Each whisper a reminder of dreams once held dear,

Now scattered like petals, lost in fear.

With each bloom, a promise of a brighter dawn,

In the depths of despair, hope is drawn.

For even in the wreckage of shattered dreams,

New beginnings emerge, like sunlit streams.

Beneath the surface of my skin,

Lies darkness, a realm of sin.

A void where hope dares not tread,

And despair reigns, a crown of lead.

In the depths of my soul, shadows writhe,

Twisting and turning, consuming life.

Suicide's whispers, a siren's call,

Beckoning me to the edge, to fall.

Hate coils like a serpent, venomous and vile,

Injecting its poison with a twisted smile.

Each thought a blade, each word a curse,

Fueling the flames of this internal hearse.

In the silence of the night, I hear them call,

The voices of darkness, the echoes of my fall.

Into the abyss, I descend with dread,

Lost in the depths of the demons I've fed.

But amidst the darkness, a flicker of light,

A glimmer of hope, burning bright.

A voice whisper softly, "You're not alone",

Guiding me back from the edge of my own.

So, I rise from the depths, shaken but whole,

A survivor of the darkness that tried to control.

Though the shadows may linger, I refuse to be bound,

For in the depths of despair, hope can still be found.