A whisper starts, a doubt takes hold,
Are feelings gone, a story told?
Success and loss, a vibrant hue,
Yet senses fade, what once felt true.
The taste of joy, the sting of pain,
Recalled like sun, or falling rain.
But touch is lost, a phantom limb,
Where feeling danced, now shadows dim.
Not blankness born of empty days,
But absence deep, in hollow ways.
Joy, grief, and love, mere words they seem,
A barren plain, a broken dream.
The memory aches, a cruelest jest,
Of colors seen, now put to test.
A void expands, a chilling fear,
The vibrant soul, no longer near.
Yet hope remains, a fragile thread,
To reignite, what lies as dead.
Reflection's path, a winding way,
To find the spark, that slipped away.
A lonely fight, a hidden plea,
How to explain, what others see?
Empathy's ghost, a hollow sound,
In silent depths, where truth is bound.
A fleeting warmth, a sudden rage,
A glimpse of life, upon the stage.
Like desert rain, a moment brief,
Then thirst returns, beyond belief.
But whispers stay, a fragile sign,
That brokenness, is not divine.
No charted course, no guiding hand,
Just memory's compass, in this land.
Though limbo's fear, may ever loom,
A single ember, breaks the gloom.
A breath of hope, a whispered prayer,
To fan the flames, and find what's there.

The heights have turned their hollow gaze away,
No judgment falls, no celestial sway.
The self, a lone and fractured, judging eye,
Where heaven's echoes fade, and demons lie.
Hell's vacant throne, a chilling, empty space,
The devils walk, with every human face.
The burning truth, a heaven's fiery tear,
More real than dawn, or whispered, pious fear.
This broken world, adrift, without a guide,
A silent spiral, where destinies collide.
No watchful star, no guiding, gentle hand,
Just ruin's march, across a barren land.

From void I called, to life you owe your all.
Sing praise unending, let my glory call.
Bow down before my power, crave my grace,
Or face my wrath, a specially crafted space
Of endless torment, suffering, and pain.
Adore me now, and bend the knee again.
My might behold, my boundless, endless reign,
And tremble at my greatness, feel the pain.
I weave life, death, a creator's might,
From nothingness you came, so sing my light.
Bow low, seek favor, disobey, and find
A hell for you, with suffering entwined.
Adore me, ponder, bend the knee once more,
Own my greatness, now and evermore.
Yet still, I love you, though my words are stern.

A fire, heaven-born, a truth more deep,
Than truths we hold, or secrets keep.
Prayer's soft sigh, and battle's roar,
A fleeting wing, and then no more.
The life-thief pleads, a mercy sought,
As if no stain, no battle fought.
Yet souls that pierce the shadowed night,
Alone attain eternal light.
A deathless feeling, strong and bold,
A story whispered, yet untold.
"Speak your dream," the echoes cry,
A timeless song, that climbs the sky.
A grand salute, a victory's chime,
The endless rhythm, conquering time.
Into the light, where stars convene,
A writhing blade, a dying scene.

Strength, a magnet, pulling me near,
A whispered word, dispelling all fear.
Not steel and stone, a rigid facade,
But sunlight breaking, where shadows have trod.
Strength is the smile, when tears should have flowed,
A fragile bloom, where despair has sowed.
Strength is the hand, outstretched and so bare,
A plea for solace, a whispered prayer.
Strength is the love, that dares to remain,
Though fear of losing, ignites a fierce pain.
Strength is the rising, with weary, worn feet,
When mind and body, beg for retreat.
Strength is the echo, "I can," in the soul,
When doubt's dark chorus, takes its cruel toll.
Not absence of flaws, but a battle won,
A tapestry woven, when day is done.
Strength is the courage, to open the heart,
To stumble and rise, and play a new part.
Embrace this power, this beautiful grace,
Let it guide your journey, at your own pace.