Sorrowful Midnights
By The-Drifter-From-Heaven
I found my heart soaked with the tears of the rain,
Heavy and sodden with a painful stain.
I watch the moonless midnight—memories are chains—
As my tattered mind numbs in these shattered ruins.
A burning face of illusions, a resident of strain,
Where in the shadows, my chained soul will remain.
My phantom mind searches for a soul’s salvation,
In that shredded tapestry—a divine manifestation.
The final, foul wisdom: accepting the abomination,
A midnight realization—joy is love's ghostly illusion.
Not a flicker of hope—nor an ember remains,
A total closure to love’s dark hymn of absolute pain.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 10:00 AM UTC
Sorrowful Midnights
By The-Drifter-From-Heaven
I found my heart soaked with the tears of the rain,
Heavy and sodden with a painful stain.
I watch the moonless midnight—memories are chains—
As my tattered mind numbs in these shattered ruins.
A burning face of illusions, a resident of strain,
Where in the shadows, my chained soul will remain.
My phantom mind searches for a soul’s salvation,
In that shredded tapestry—a divine manifestation.
The final, foul wisdom: accepting the abomination,
A midnight realization—joy is love's ghostly illusion.
Not a flicker of hope—nor an ember remains,
A total closure to love’s dark hymn of absolute pain.