Dec 4
Where shadows dwell,
An orphan's tale too dark to tell,
A life bereft of warming sun,
Where tears and rain become as one.
The world, a tomb of endless night,
Where hope is snuffed without a fight,
A heart once vibrant, now undone,
A thread of life so thinly spun.
No solace found in moon's cold glow,
No comfort in the starlight's show,
Just the abyss that calls, enthralls,
Where silence 'round the spirit falls.
A child of sorrow, born to bleed,
A sprout that's choked by noxious ****,
In life's cruel garden, left to pine,
Where light of joy will never shine.
An orphan's tale too dark to tell,
A life bereft of warming sun,
Where tears and rain become as one.
The world, a tomb of endless night,
Where hope is snuffed without a fight,
A heart once vibrant, now undone,
A thread of life so thinly spun.
No solace found in moon's cold glow,
No comfort in the starlight's show,
Just the abyss that calls, enthralls,
Where silence 'round the spirit falls.
A child of sorrow, born to bleed,
A sprout that's choked by noxious ****,
In life's cruel garden, left to pine,
Where light of joy will never shine.
This poem captures a deep sense of despair and isolation. The imagery of shadows, the void, and the endless night paints a vivid picture of a world devoid of hope. The references to the orphan and the child of sorrow evoke a powerful emotional response, highlighting the themes of abandonment and suffering.
