Whispers of Desolation
A poem about my depression.
In the darkened recesses of my heart,
Where the shadows cling like cobwebs spun,
I bear the weight of a storm-leaden sky,
And the echoes of battles lost and won.
My veins, once rivers of crimson fire,
Now flow with the gray ink of sorrow’s hue,
Each heartbeat a mournful choir,
As I navigate through life, desolate and blue.
The stars above are indifferent and distant,
And they mock my fleeting attempts to scream,
Their cold brilliance is a cruel reminder,
That hope is but a fading dream.
I stand at the edge of the abyss,
Where demons dance twistedly free,
Their laughter, a cacophony of madness,
As they feast upon my shattered sanity.
The night, my demented confidante,
Wraps me in its brutal shroud,
And as I surrender to the void,
My crying gets lost in the blackest of clouds.
Copyright © 2024 Chris Patton
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