Behind the door that stands before us, an illusion we must face,
For the wall it's built upon is a mirage, a cold and twisted grace.
Within the shadows of our dreams, chaos reigns supreme,
A war within our spirits, a battle unseen.
Why bother with the futile key that seeks to turn the lock?
When disappointment lingers heavy, like an unwelcome clock.
We yearn for solace in this land of despair and dread,
But find only hollow echoes in the chambers of our head.
Hopelessness consumes us like a fire burning bright,
Pain and terror intertwine, shrouded in the night.
And as we reach for something more, grasping at thin air,
The walls around us crumble, revealing all is but a snare.
A dirge sung by lost souls in the darkness of this place,
A dirge for shattered dreams that leave no trace.
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Man was Born for Love and Revolution
PoetryMan was not born to merely exist, but to live a life filled with love and revolution. Love is the driving force behind all human interactions and relationships. It is what brings us together, connects us, and creates a sense of belonging. Without lo...
