Poems

In verses veiled with shadows deep,
I trace the paths where sorrows creep.
These poems, born of darkest hours,
Unveil the weight of tearful showers.

With ink, I paint the somber skies,
Where melancholy softly lies.
Each word a tear, each line a sigh,
In this poetic realm, we cry.

From loss to longing, pain to fears,
My poems are mirrors for your tears.
In the embrace of night, we find,
A solace for the troubled mind.

So journey with me through the night,
In this collection, take your flight.
Depression's canvas, here we weave,
A tapestry of thoughts, believe.

In verses woven from despair,
Find solace in the sadness, rare.
For in these lines, our hearts may mend,
And find beauty in the melancholy's end.