Echoes of an Unseen Soul

Jainesh.D

 

     Echoes of an Unseen Soul

 

The night descends in silence, deep and cold,

And kills the light with shadows born of fear.

I sit alone—some presence haunts my room,

It makes me scream in moments carved from dread.

Where can I speak? Where can I place my voice?

 

My words dissolve before they meet the world,

Forgotten at the edge of trembling lips.

A mystery cloaks my soul from every eye—

None know the storm that brews inside my chest.

 

My eyes, once bright, now drain of every hue,

And in the dark I wander, seeking me.

The silence whispers back in twisted tongue—

And still I ask: where can my words take flight?

 

They study me like ruins, yet they fail

To see the depth of shadows in my bones.

A demon speaks, its voice both near and strange,

It answers life with riddles none can bear.

  • Author: DJ (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 16th, 2025 05:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem to express the silent battles within my mind. Sometimes, it feels like darkness surrounds me, making it hard to find the right words or let people truly see who I am. The night in my poem represents all those hidden feelings and fears I struggle to share. Sitting alone, I often feel watched by shadows or haunted by thoughts that make me want to scream, yet I can’t always explain why. There’s a mystery in me that even the closest people don’t understand. Some days, my emotions seem so heavy that even my eyes lose their color, and I feel lost, searching for myself in the dark. The poem is about how the world sometimes studies me but still can’t see the real darkness I hide. Even my own demons speak in riddles, and I don’t always have the answers. But writing these words helps me face these feelings and try to let my true self come to light—even if only in poetry.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 2
  • Users favorite of this poem: Jainesh.D
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments1

  • sorenbarrett

    This poem is dream like and surrecal in a most cryptic way. The author note explains its origin and meaning. Nicely done

    • Jainesh.D

      Thank for valuable feedback

      • sorenbarrett

        You're welcome



      To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.