Departure

In the shadows of my mind, where the nightmares dwell,

I etched my scars in stone, a monument to hell.

A fortress built in silence, impenetrable and cold,

Where I’ve always been alone, a tale that’s never told.

With every wound, I’ve fed the night, a banquet of despair,

A bitter bite in twilight’s grasp, while vibrant flames declare.

 

The world dances on the ashes, a carnival of pain,

I stand apart in chains of thought, lost beneath the rain.

No hands to hold my trembling soul, no eyes to see my scars,

Just whispers of forgotten dreams drifting on the stars.

 

I penned my heart in shadowed lines, inked with sorrow’s stain,

One last poem drenched in grief, swallowed by the pain.

But solitude, my only friend, will usher in tomorrow,

A departure sealed with ink and one last tear of sorrow.

 

Winter comes to claim me, with the reaper’s icy breath,

I’ll be gone before the spring, surrendering to death.

Bones beneath the soil, rotting in the sun’s cruel glare,

I was never more than echoes, a whisper in the air.

Reviews

[Gee]

Nicely penned and near flawless rhyme
Well done

[Dave W.]

This was well written but sadens me, I have hope that things will be better for you. I am glad you are still writting.

[Milena Grubor]

Due to certain situations, this might be my last poem. I don't know if I'll ever get back to writing, but anyway..I wish you the best of luck in the upcoming holidays. I'm signing out now. Take care. Farewell!

[Dave W.]

You as well, it was a pleasure to read your art