We wake to faces, blank and cold,
Where smiles are stitched, and hearts are sold.
In shadows deep, our souls are dressed,
A mask of calm, a heart distressed.
We speak of love, of truth, of light,
Yet clasp the darkness, hold it tight.
It whispers soft, a lover's kiss,
And calls our name in quiet bliss.
We dance through days, our steps in line,
Chasing dreams that cease to shine.
The world is built on hollow stone,
Yet still we build, and still, alone.
We build our towers, but not our grace,
We carve our paths, but not our place.
The light we seek, we never find-
For it's the dark that fills the mind.
The hunger gnaws, the thirst remains,
For peace is lost, and joy, in chains.
We bend the world to make it ours,
But find ourselves within its bars.
What is this world we hold so dear?
A mirror cracked, a soul unclear.
We crave the things that bind us tight,
Yet seek to flee from endless night.
The darkness lives in every breath,
In every lie, in every death.
It molds the hand, it guides the eyes,
It paints the dawn, it dims the skies.
And still, we wear it-this, our grace,
The shadow that we cannot face.
For in its grip, we find our worth-
The darkness is what gave us birth.
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When Silence Wept
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come...
