A voice so empty,
Echoes, faint and petty.
Haunting my mind, leaving me restless,
Pushing me closer to the edge of darkness.
In a lively crowd, voices dancing,
Loneliness drifts quietly, glancing.
Hope, once shining, slips away with grace,
Tears walk bare, tracing paths on my face.
My eyes see nothing but endless night,
A smile painted, but never quite right.
Each breath weighs heavy, drowning in fear,
Yet the thought of death feels far too near.
Life is frost, a bitter wither,
Makes me wonder if spring will ever glitter.
Or am I bound to an endless winter,
Where destiny fades, growing colder, dimmer.
Sorrowful echoes render me lifeless,
Suspended in darkness, endlessly tireless.
Neither can I find peace in living or dying,
While the world strides on, my frost forever denying.
YOU ARE READING
Whisper in the echoes of rain
ПоэзияThese poems are an exploration of the quiet moments that often go unnoticed. They delve into the emotions that linger in the shadows, the thoughts that echo in silence, and the feelings that are often left unspoken. Each verse captures a fragment of...
