They move through days like shadows,
With heavy steps and a slow pace,
A world devoid of color and joy,
Where tears fall unbidden, a constant race.
Each morning brings a struggle,
To rise and face the light of day,
Yet darkness grips their spirit tight,
In an endless, hopeless night that won't stray.
Smiles become a distant memory,
Laughter a fleeting thought of the past,
Their heart a heavy anchor, weighed down,
In oceans vast and deep, with no escape at last.
Words lose their meaning, slow and cold,
In silence that's deafening, young and old,
A soul adrift in sorrow, lost and blue,
Where dreams no longer hold, and hope is hard to do.
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The Language Of Pain
PoésieIn this powerful and deeply personal collection, the poet sheds light on the complexities of mental illness through poignant and evocative poetry. With unflinching honesty and vulnerability, they explore the darkest corners of the human experience...
