A painted world, a stage for all to see,
Yet drowned in shadows, where can I ever be?
With each passing hour, a symphony of dread,
A constant echo in this lonely head.

Life seems a mirage, a phantom in the air,
No warmth within, no solace in despair.
Born to this tomb, a prisoner confined,
No touch of feeling, no solace for the mind.

Ecstasy's song, a melody long gone,
The past a prison, the future, just the dawn
Of another day, another endless night,
Forever yearning for the fading light.

Sleep's heavy cloak, a tempting, sweet embrace,
But wakefulness lingers, etched upon my face.
How much can one soul truly bear to take?
A silent scream, a heart that's bound to break.

No laughter shared, no tears to gently fall,
Encased in fear, a prisoner of the thrall
Of endless rain, a sky devoid of sun,
A silent song, forever unsung.

The senses fade, a body wrapped in pain,
A love once vibrant, now just whispered rain.
Yet in this void, a flicker dares to spark,
A yearning whisper, breaking through the dark
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI