TW: Suicidal ideation, depression, existential despair, darkness and suffocation imagery
(I often ponder if these small intros, Or the poems that follow, find any eyes at all. Yet, let me again unveil my hypocrisy, Dear reader, heed these words with earnestness. I am certain, I know, there exists an escape, Someone worthy of enduring this forsaken realm. So grasp onto that person, cling to that reason, And the radiance it brings, hold fast.)
In the caverns of despair, I reside,
Where echoes of agony never subside,
No water surrounds, yet drowning I feel,
In a void where even shadows conceal.
Each day a struggle, a futile fight,
Against the gravity of endless night,
No respite from the weight that I bear,
No light to guide, no solace to share.
In the silence, whispers of finality call,
Where the edge of oblivion beckons all,
To escape the torment, the relentless pain,
To find peace where none will remain.
No ocean's embrace, no river's flow,
Just suffocating darkness, sinking low,
In the depths of sorrow, I'm swallowed whole,
Where hope is a myth, and anguish takes control.
The air grows thin, the walls close in,
As I surrender to the void within,
No strength to fight, no will to stay,
Just the longing for the pain to decay.
So in the silence, I let go of the fight,
To fade into the eternal night,
Where neither water nor air can deceive,
In the depths of despair, I find my reprieve.
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Echoes of the Unspoken
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