In the stillness of a shadowed room,
Thoughts drift like smoke in the fading light,
Whispers of what was, of dreams that loom,
Fragments of joy swallowed by the night.
Memories flicker, a ghostly parade,
Each laughter a shard that cuts through the haze,
Moments once vibrant now dulled and decayed,
Life's vibrant tapestry, lost in the maze.
I wander through echoes of unspoken fears,
A symphony muted, each note out of tune,
Time cradles my heart in its merciless gears,
The weight of the silence, a sorrowful rune.
The faces of friends become distant, unclear,
Promises made now dissolve like the mist,
What once felt like warmth now is tinged with sheer
Despair, as I clutch at the dreams that have missed.
The clock ticks like footsteps of ghosts in the hall,
Each second a reminder of paths left untrod,
In the quiet, I question the meaning of all,
As hope withers softly beneath the facade.
Yet in this abyss, a flicker persists,
A yearning for solace, for light in the dark,
In the depths of the sorrow, a fragile twist,
A whisper of strength ignites the small spark.
Though shadows may linger and burdens may weigh,
There's beauty in struggle, in every small fight,
For even in darkness, we search for the day,
And find in our sadness, a flicker of light.
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Along with the dark || A book of poems
PoetryHey y'all , anybody feel depressed from the fast evolving world ? Here's a book of poems you can relate to
