I scream into the void,
but only the echo answers.
No matter how many times I call,
no one comes,
no one hears,
no one cares.
The hours drag on slowly,
the days become the same
grey, cold,
with no promise of dawn.
I waited for a hero,
for a hand reaching into the abyss,
but time passed,
and with it, hope.
I grew tired of begging for salvation,
of faking smiles on a weary face.
I went numb.
My heart beats, but it doesn't live.
My soul screams, but no one listens.
And so I go,
surviving without faith,
walking without direction,
barefoot in the pain,
my eyes dry from crying too much.
Save me
even if it’s too late.
Even if I no longer know
how to be saved.
YOU ARE READING
illusions
Poetry"This is where I write down my thoughts and ideas about various topics that pique people's curiosity."
