Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I'm lost in shadows, hollow and torn, A ghost of the child who was never born. I can't find light—just endless night, Hope is a lie, and nothing feels right. I weep in silence, breath held tight, Staring through the void, craving the bite Of peace that only death can give— A final breath, a reason not to live. The past is poison, etched in skin— Bruised, used, and shattered within. No kin, no kinship, no one to trust, Just dust and bones and rotting rust. I’m screaming inside, but no one hears, Drowning alone in a sea of years. This isn’t living—this is decay, A body alive, but soul stripped away.
0
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 7:55 PM UTC
Echoes Of The Broken
I'm lost in shadows, hollow and torn, A ghost of the child who was never born. I can't find light—just endless night, Hope is a lie, and nothing feels right. I weep in silence, breath held tight, Staring through the void, craving the bite Of peace that only death can give— A final breath, a reason not to live. The past is poison, etched in skin— Bruised, used, and shattered within. No kin, no kinship, no one to trust, Just dust and bones and rotting rust. I’m screaming inside, but no one hears, Drowning alone in a sea of years. This isn’t living—this is decay, A body alive, but soul stripped away.
TyFighter
Written by
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 7:55 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem