Queen of Despair

Queen of Despair

A Poem by Tiffany K Charles

                                                      Queen of Despair

I am drowing in a sea of tears,
Each drop a tale of joy turned bitter,
In our endless, silent war,
I perished in the darkness of the night before.

Memories of laughter, echoes of despiar,
What am I to do with this hallow air?
I wish to cook a meal to  warm your soul,
But the fost remains; nothing fills the hole.

Every day just circles back around,
Another day, another heartbreak sound.
The same ole album, same ole song
I've got task to to finish, but nowhere to belong.

Will this heavy grief ever set me free? Will anyone care?
Or am I forever the Queen of Despair?
I could just give up and run away, 
But what of the dreams I've yet to betray?

It's just a day, Like any other here,
Stifling, suffocating, like there's no air
The same ole song, the same routine
Just carring on, still caught in between

Will the darkness lift, or will it stay?
Will the shadows of sarrow ever fade away?
I am the Queen of Despair, crowned by my pain
In a world where the sun won't shine through the rain

I've cried all the tears for the world to see,
And paid the price for sins yet to be.
There's no comfort in words, no solace to say,
It's just another day, lost int he fray.

I am the Queen of Despair, alont on my throne
Ruler of a queendom where hope is overthrown
A monarch of mourning, my soul laid bare,
The Queen of nothingness, caught in despair. 

© 2024 Tiffany K Charles


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Lot of feelings and emotions filled in this poem. Beautifully written

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Tiffany K Charles
Tiffany K Charles

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