In the abyss where light dares not tread,
Dev Parth walks where hope is dead.
Every step echoes in a void so wide,
In a world where no solace can abide.
Everyone hates me, their cold eyes burn,
No love to offer, no warmth to return.
In this desolate land, all dreams decay,
Every purpose shattered, every joy betrayed
“I want to die,” the thought grows fierce,
A relentless sorrow that will not pierce.
No reason to linger, no dawn to find,
Just the endless ache of a restless mind.
The mirror reflects a soul bereft,
Of all it cherished, all that’s left.
A face that weeps for what’s long gone,
In a life where meaning is withdrawn.
No future holds a glimmer or spark,
Only the crushing weight of the dark.
In the endless void, where silence reigns,
There’s nothing to live for, only chains.
In this void, where despair clings tight,
Dev Parth cries out into the night.
"Is there no end to this endless pain?
A life so hollow, bound in chains?"
- Author: Dev parth (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 27th, 2024 21:58
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
Comments2
Sad writing ….
It is from pain that joy springs in the appreciation of experience and growth. The best steel is tempered in the hottest fire.
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