Across the miles, with hearts astray,
I come to her, each weary day.
Unseeing eyes, a careless gaze,
My love unfurls in a sunless haze.
Her words are sharp, like winter's sting,
They pierce my soul, her anger sings.
My heart, a stone, heavy and cold,
Aching with a love that's never told.
I drown in sadness, oceans deep,
Where hope has died and dreams do sleep.
The weight of pain, a crushing tide,
I yearn for peace, a place to hide.
But death's dark whisper, cold and near,
A tempting haven, free from fear.
To end this cycle, pain and strife,
And find release from this cruel life.
Yet, in the depths, a flicker starts,
A tiny flame in broken hearts.
A voice so faint, it barely speaks,
But in its strength, my spirit seeks.
To rise above this endless fall,
To break the chains, to stand up tall.
To let go of the one so cold,
And find my worth, a story told.
For life is precious, though it hurts,
And love can bloom in broken parts.
So I will walk, with head held high,
And seek the sun, in a brighter sky.
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Ivan Islam
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Comments (2)
Okay who ever hurt you, I'm thankful that she did... cuz you made so many masterpieces out of it 😭
This was a very powerful poem! Loved it!