In the depths, where light dares not tread,
I find myself, alive but dead.
The silence suffocates, thick and cold,
As the weight of my past begins to unfold.
Here, in the dark, I face my fears,
The lies, the pride, the wasted years.
No more illusions, no more disguise,
Just the truth that burns behind my eyes.
Pride once filled me, a shield from pain,
But here, in the shadows, it’s all in vain.
I built my world on hollow dreams,
Now torn apart by silent screams.
The darkness teaches with ruthless grace,
Forcing me to confront my broken face.
I thought I knew what strength was for,
But now I see I was weak at the core.
Every whisper in this void is clear,
No more running, nowhere near.
The power I craved, the heights I sought,
Mean nothing now, in the lessons I’ve caught.
I weep in the darkness, not from fear,
But from the truth I refused to hear.
That love, the love I cast aside,
Was the only thing that could ever provide.
The ache is deep, a wound exposed,
A heart that’s raw, completely closed.
But here, in the shadows, I start to feel,
The scars that form, begin to heal.
The abyss, once endless, now seems small,
As I learn that pride was my greatest fall.
Strength is not in standing tall,
But in the courage to lose it all.
I tremble in the dark, face to face,
With the remnants of my past disgrace.
And yet, through the tears, I start to see,
That this darkness is setting me free.
The lessons I feared, I now embrace,
For they carve a path in this empty space.
And somewhere deep, a spark of light,
Flickers within, fragile, bright.
Not a light to lead me out,
But one to fill me, to end my doubt.
The abyss has taught me, through pain and loss,
That true strength comes from bearing the cross.
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Gyana
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Whispered Verses
Poesía☘️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...
