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I wish I had a family,
a wife and two little ones
But I was born to be desolate
Unable to count up the sums.

I wish I paid attention
to the lessons at my school,
but the attacks of attrition
only made me the class fool

I wish I knew how to live,
and surface up to breathe
but the sharks keep gnawing
away at my paddling feet.

I wish I could run to you,
and find comfort in your arms
but I made a deal with the devil
and my voice has now been disarmed.
Addiction binds us fast in heavy chains,
A shadowed weight that lingers in our veins.
They call it substance trapped within our use,
Yet sorrow strikes, a deeper, darker bruise.

Sadness unfolds in fog’s relentless gray,
Its smudging hands erase the light of day.
Cold iron wraps the heart in steady grip,
As stories fracture, fragment, and then slip.

The shadows feast on what remains of light,
And nighttime robs the soul’s remaining fight.
Our cries dissolve like whispers in the breeze,
Where hope lies bound by sorrow’s cruel decrees.

Each breath grows thin, despair now lines the air,
A shroud of anguish drapes the world laid bare.
The spiral pulls us deeper with its trace,
It carves its scars on every grieving face.

The tides of hopelessness begin their rise,
To drown the stars that once adorned the skies.
Each thought becomes a plea for what once was,
A cycle spins and ends without a cause.

Despair’s soft hands grow tighter as they clasp,
A shifting sand that’s slipping from our grasp.
Inside this pit, the shadows find their mark,
They craft betrayal hidden in the dark.

We flee the taste of fear’s relentless sting,
Yet whispers draw us back with what they bring.
Eyes hollow out beneath their whispered breath,
And face the hollow promise born of death.

The mist of validation fades from sight,
Perfection dances far beyond the night.
Tonight our tears run heavy down the well,
Where silence grows and deeper shadows dwell.

The future spreads before an endless void,
A dream undone, a shattered hope destroyed.
Each breath we draw feels like the final strain,
A fleeting gasp of life that ends in pain.

We drink the brew that sorrow serves each day,
And hunger for the dark to light our way.
The mirror shows a soul in fractured glass,
A thousand wounds that time cannot surpass.

At last, the void becomes our quiet nest,
Its darkness soothes us into hollow rest.
We dance in shadows, numbing fleeting time,
In sorrow’s arms, we find this endless rhyme.

And when the dark consumes us, soul and all,
The final breath becomes the last to fall.
A whisper rises, soft: “You’re meant for me,”
As loss transforms into eternity.
This poem delves into the cyclical nature of despair and the consuming weight of addiction—not merely to substances but to the patterns of thought and emotion that shackle us. It is a reflection on the shadowy spaces within ourselves, where we wrestle with darkness that can feel both suffocating and strangely comforting. The poem invites the reader to consider: at what point does the fight against despair transform into surrender, and is there freedom in that surrender?

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John 2d
Whispers in the Cold

In the quiet of winter's longest nights,
    Where shadows bend a pale moonlight.

A heart encased in cold, white snow,
    It yearns for warmth, yet still unknown.

Loneliness, a bitter friend, in silence,
    It whispers without end.

Yet through the frost, a spark ignites,
    Hope dances softly into this night.

Each flake that falls, a tear once shed,
    Words of hope once left unsaid.

Though in the stillness, dreams will grow,
    From barren earth, new life will show.

Just search within, you'll see His light,
    To guide you through the dark of night.

💡LightInDarkness 🌑 ©JFO👥2025
Maybe we are simply two clingy people
clutching tightly to one another,
scared to let go because we do not know
what will become of us
should we be parted.

Perhaps our feelings are imagined,
and what we share is simply a brief cuddle
of two icebergs adrift on time’s eroding currents.

Maybe we are simply terrified by
what we could find
should our gaze be parted
and our embrace be brokeneven for a little while.
But then ...

Maybe we know
that we can live without the other,
perhaps our lives could be more
brighter without our gray clouds
looming together
and that’s truly why we are
scared to let go.

perhaps it’s why we choose to be
each other shadows,
bounded together by ambiguous
feelings,
dreading our inevitable twilight
because we know when our midnight melts and our dawn sets,
we will simply become each other’s yesterday.
***** being an emotional needy person
raahii 3d
पूछ रहा हूँ लोगों से हाल, आजकल,
सबका अपना दुःख है,
बंद हो गया है चार दीवारी में,
तौलते हैं आज़ादी, दौलत के तराज़ू पर,
फिर कहते हैं, 'वक़्त नहीं है आजकल'.
The alienation and emptiness experienced in the modern world, where the pursuit of material wealth often takes precedence over emotional well-being and true freedom. It delves into the idea of how society's priorities have shifted towards financial success, leaving individuals disconnected from each other and themselves
I am lost in the dark
The cold absence of light
Drifting through the space of my mind
Deaf, Dumb, and Blind

My heart lies dormant
The rhythm silent
The spark gone
Cracked, Cold, and Shattered

The stone in my chest
The weight of this soul particle
With the density of a collapsing star
Crushing, Smothering, and Dying

Silence in the dark,
Deafening,
I scream to be heard,
Unseen, Unknown, and Unwanted.

No sunrise, only darkness
The light once so bright in my life,
Extinguished.
Colors are only a memory, as the grey fades to black.

The memories start to erode,
Colors of despair,
Blue, Indigo, Midnight, Space
At my end, I see only the Hues of Blue
Days of melancholy, of morose, of loneliness at times. Those days are fewer and farther between, but they will always persist, as it is human nature as emotional beings.
Life’s like an old rose garden,
once blooming,
now withering.

Petals falling,
replaced by dry leaves,
wrapped in silence,
once so rare,
now so heavy.

I return home,
laughter ringing in ears.

But as the door shuts,
loneliness greets me,
like a cold, hazy mist,
or dark clouds that the stars resist.
Life is a really rollercoaster of emotions.... simple... :)
that loneliness always pulls me in after a vibrant party.... don't know why??...
As I gaze into Life's sea of tears
Mine is not the only reflection;
Many hearts loiter in darkened spheres,
Wandering with no sense of direction

So when heartache starts to overwhelm
(Consequence of Love's sly trickery)
I find respite in a phantom realm
Of ploys mimicking Love's ecstasy

Night may find me trekking paths unknown
With only the moon's glow to guide me;
Pity me not, thinking I walk alone . . .
My shadow's always close beside me

In a bottle I place love letters,
Then I cast them to the restless sea;
Wretchedness frees me of its fetters
When the tide brings those words back to me

I shout "I love you" to the distant hills,
Then listen for my echo's return;
I stand in awe as Hope's chalice spills
Forth that vow for which lonely hearts yearn

I'll admit, these are weird strategies,
So why do I use them? you may ask;
Desperate hearts seek desperate remedies . . .
Love's indifference groomed me for this task!
Maria 4d
I feel like I’m being hugged by sadness.
My heart aches inside out. I’m kind of cold.
Over and over I am not sleeping …
The dawn is knocking hardly by its maul.

The dawn is ruthless to me now.
He’s tearing into my windows whole,
Unceremoniously, coolly claiming
That he’s the boss! He owns to all!

And I’d have to obey. What am I?
It’s not the first dawn and broken night.
And I’ve already realized that
I’m alone and it’s my unique right.

My sadness is holding my hand tightly.
She’s poor and orphaned at all.
I think I’ll stay with her for a short time
While I get stale here for all.
Sometimes I want to save the whole world from loneliness.
But I know that I have to start with myself.
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