TW: Emotional Betrayal, Heartache, Sorrow, Broken Trust, Loneliness, Grief, Loss, Painful Memories, Coldness, Isolation, Disillusionment, Emotional Distress
(After a break, longer than I first foretold, I return, my dear reader, to our shared fold. Promises, fragile things, perilous and frail, With a single gesture, trust can unravel and pale.
In the silence of absence, reflections took hold, On the nature of words, both tender and bold. For promises, like whispers, can drift and decay, Leaving shadows of heartache in their perilous sway.)
In the shadow of a promise,
Where light has gone astray,
Lies the sweetest lie,
Whispered soft to betray.
Echoes in the darkness,
Of words so gently spun,
A tapestry of heartache,
When the day is done.
Vows etched in silver,
Now tarnished into rust,
Beneath a veil of kindness,
Concealed the cruelest thrust.
Eyes once bright windows,
Now shuttered, dark, and cold,
Promises, the sweetest lies,
Their stories left untold.
Touches that brought solace,
Now leave a mark of pain,
Whispers in the night,
Memories in vain.
Dreams we wove together,
Unravel thread by thread,
In the fabric of yesterdays,
Every tear is shed.
The weight of each promise,
Chains around the heart,
Dragging souls to depths,
Tearing them apart.
In the night's deep silence,
Echoes softly cry,
Promises, the sweetest lies,
Beneath a starless sky.
Beneath hope's fragile guise,
Where light is long lost,
Lies a barren wasteland,
Love's winter, cold and frost.
Comfort for the broken,
In tears they cannot hide,
For in the end, sweet lies,
Are promises denied.
Trust once given freely,
Now bound in chains of grief,
The hand that once caressed,
Now steals away belief.
Whispered words of comfort,
Now haunt the quiet night,
The dreams that were once golden,
Faded, lost from sight.
Love's embrace now colder,
A shadow of the past,
Promises, the sweetest lies,
Too fragile now to last.
The laughter shared is silent,
Replaced by hollow sighs,
For promises, the sweetest lies,
Are where true sorrow lies.
In the labyrinth of heartache,
Wander lost and blind,
Seeking out the remnants,
Of what we've left behind.
In the void of empty promises,
Where shadows softly weep,
Lies the truth in silence,
In the darkness, deep.
Promises, the sweetest lies,
A song of sorrow's tune,
In the dance of broken hearts,
Beneath a waning moon.
YOU ARE READING
Echoes of the Unspoken
PoetryHere lies a collection of poems, scattered like leaves, shared in the hope that someone might find solace and know they are not alone in their turmoil. Beware, for these poems are not for the faint of heart; they arise from the darkest recesses of m...
