In the depths of loneliness,
My mind struggles to find a response,
A lifeline to lift me up instead of letting me sink into shadows,
A reality overshadowed by the delicacy of escape.
A half-formed smile, fleeting and fragile, warmth fading into the void.
A stolen kiss that once burned bright now lies extinguished,
Dreams, goals, ambitions—stripped bare,
No one will grieve the day two hearts shattered,
No one will mourn.
There was once a haven, a safe retreat,
a sanctuary wrapped in love that kept despair at bay.
There was a room, a tiny space where treasures were secured, under lock and key.
There was a house, built of brick and mortar, solid as a cliff, strong as a fortress.
There was a town, an unseen realm where no one lingered, everyone fled.
There was a time when all these flourished, each with walls of iron and stone,
Sixty feet high and an arm’s width thick, an impenetrable stronghold.
It is where I dwell, where I retreat, where I will remain,
In solitude, quiet desperation, at that crossroads of shame—
Forever at the threshold, shackled.
No one is coming to rescue me.
I am weary, diminished by cowardice, unable to escape,
Trapped and starved for love and companionship,
Downtrodden by your lingering disregard.
I shall pass without your knowing,
Pity me not, for I am beyond pitying.
Do not pity me, for this is the reality,
Not the lament of the needy.
And in my silence, I shall be free.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 12:35 AM UTC
In the depths of loneliness,
My mind struggles to find a response,
A lifeline to lift me up instead of letting me sink into shadows,
A reality overshadowed by the delicacy of escape.
A half-formed smile, fleeting and fragile, warmth fading into the void.
A stolen kiss that once burned bright now lies extinguished,
Dreams, goals, ambitions—stripped bare,
No one will grieve the day two hearts shattered,
No one will mourn.
There was once a haven, a safe retreat,
a sanctuary wrapped in love that kept despair at bay.
There was a room, a tiny space where treasures were secured, under lock and key.
There was a house, built of brick and mortar, solid as a cliff, strong as a fortress.
There was a town, an unseen realm where no one lingered, everyone fled.
There was a time when all these flourished, each with walls of iron and stone,
Sixty feet high and an arm’s width thick, an impenetrable stronghold.
It is where I dwell, where I retreat, where I will remain,
In solitude, quiet desperation, at that crossroads of shame—
Forever at the threshold, shackled.
No one is coming to rescue me.
I am weary, diminished by cowardice, unable to escape,
Trapped and starved for love and companionship,
Downtrodden by your lingering disregard.
I shall pass without your knowing,
Pity me not, for I am beyond pitying.
Do not pity me, for this is the reality,
Not the lament of the needy.
And in my silence, I shall be free.
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