From the throne of pride, I fell so far,
No longer reaching for that distant star.
The world I once commanded turned to dust,
As I plunged into darkness, losing all trust.
I fell into the abyss, cold and deep,
Where shadows reign, and broken spirits weep.
No hands to catch me, no light in sight,
Just endless silence swallowing my fight.
I reached for the walls I thought were strong,
But in my fall, I learned I was wrong.
The ground gave way beneath my feet,
And all I built crumbled in defeat.
Gone were the faces I’d once held dear,
Vanished in the fog, no voices near.
I called out, but my words were lost,
Echoing back, a reminder of the cost.
No throne to sit on, no crown to wear,
Just emptiness around me, a heavy air.
I fell, not just from power, but from grace,
Into a place where hope had no trace.
The abyss pulled me deeper, far below,
Where pride can’t follow, and light won’t show.
I tumbled endlessly, losing my name,
Lost in the shadows, consumed by shame.
Now here I lie, in the depths of night,
No strength to climb, no will to fight.
For in this fall, I’ve learned the truth:
That pride led me to lose my youth.
No rise awaits, no dawn will break,
Just the cold embrace of my own mistake.
I’ve fallen from grace, with no way back,
Lost in the abyss, the world turned black.
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Gyana
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Whispered Verses
Poetry☘️In the quiet corners of the heart, where words are soft yet profound, "Whispered Verses" weaves a tapestry of emotion. Each poem is a reflection of life's delicate moments-whispers of love, echoes of loss, the strength found in struggle, and the b...
