In the depths of my soul, I am empty and still,
With a heart awash in the fear of a bitter thrill.
Happiness, it lingers, but sadness looms near,
Drowning love and joy, 'til they disappear.
No will, no dream, no thoughts in my mind,
Just a voice, once vibrant, now left far behind.
It longs to speak, but it's been silenced, you see,
In this desolate void, where I wander, unfree.
I yearn to feel something, a spark deep within,
Though the darkness surrounds me, I long for a grin.
My body, it lingers, but my soul's lost its way,
In this twilight existence, where emotions decay.
Yet, I lack the courage to let myself go,
To surrender to shadows, to the depths below.
I wait for a day when this darkness will fade,
When tears and sorrow may come to my aid.
For after the rain, there's hope for the light,
In the depths of despair, we can still take flight.
But here in this void, where despair has its hold,
I'm a fool for believing my heart can be consoled.
Yes, darker places exist, I am well aware,
But this darkness within me, it's a relentless affair.
Slowly, it devours all that remains, all that's left,
Leaving behind a barren soul, of joy bereft.
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Flower
PoetryFlower is a collection of introspective poems, a journey through the delicate petals of emotions. Each verse unfurls the beauty and pain of existence, like a fragile bloom in solitude.
