As I close my weary eyes,
Thy specter rises 'fore the dawn,
In the dark silence, where the shadows lie,
I hear thy voice in a haunting sigh.
No warmth to hold, no lips to greet,
But the cold sense of memory's bitter seat,
A phantom caress before the night,
Where love and sorrow intertwine in flight.
The photographs upon the wall, once bright,
Now fade to gray in the dimming light,
Faces blurred, and moments lost,
Frozen in time, now touched by frost.
In the quietude where dreams dissolve,
Your presence lingers, a ghostly resolve,
Nothing to hold, no kiss to share,
Just the echoes of a love laid bare.
The echoes whisper through the halls,
A love enshrined within these walls,
Yet all that's left is a memory trace,
A glimpse of your bright face in a fading race.
Through slumber's veil, your shadow strays,
In silent halls that were our home's loud ways;
Yet now in the dark, where silence falls,
I reach for you through these spectral walls.
So, at night, where peace doth reign,
No solace I find but lingering pain.
For in my dreams, your ghost remains,
A love that lives through endless chains.
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Amor Et Dolor
Poetry"Amor et Dolor" presents a strikingly poignant anthology of poems that intricately examines the complex relationship between love and sorrow. This evocative collection navigates the depths of unfulfilled aspirations and the lingering echoes of forme...
