In the shadows of her heart, she weeps,
Where pain blooms, and loneliness creeps.
A soul adrift, in a tempest of remorse,
Each step forward, a deeper, darker course.
With trembling hands, she holds and cares,
Yet beneath the surface, a storm she dares.
Her love, like fragile glass, shatters fast,
Leaving wounds that time cannot outlast.
Her intentions pure, her spirit kind,
But fate's cruel hand, leaves scars behind.
In the dance of affection, she falters and falls,
Leaving echoes of sorrow within silent walls.
Haunted by ghosts of mistakes she made,
She longs for redemption, her heart betrayed.
But like a bird with broken wings, she cannot fly,
As loved ones leave, tears staining the sky.
Oh, the burden of a heart torn and frayed,
In Ari's soul, anguish firmly laid.
Forgiveness sought, but hard to find,
For Ari, who leaves love shattered behind.
A creature of darkness, she feels her soul condemned
Overwhelmed by pain, she feels like a monster
In her reflection, anguish grows stronger
“Monsters do not feel pain” she whispers in vain
As she inflicts wounds upon herself, drowning in disdain.
23/03/24