In the clutches of shadows, my love's demise,
Symptoms emerge, revealing bitter truth unkind,
Once tender touch, now frozen, love petrified,
A fervent blaze, now smothered, confined.
The echoes of laughter, now distant, forlorn,
Love's essence dissipates, lost, bereft,
A stranger's face, my heart torn,
Vacant gaze betrays words of death.
Beneath love's crushing weight, eternal night,
I bear this searing ache, heart poised to shatter,
Seeking strength to escape the blight,
To awaken my soul from this harrowing, lifeless matter.
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Coffee, Books, and Me |POETRY|
PoetryThis is a collection of Unpredictable Poetries. Coffee, and books have always been my greatest companions in writing my poems. A lot of thoughts always pop up in my mind every time I drink coffee or read books.
