Agony lesson's

Amidst the shadows of despair, agony's symphony unfolds,
A tapestry of torment woven, stories yet untold.
A weight upon the soul, a burden deep and true,
Agony's relentless grip, a pain that cuts right through.

In every tear that falls, a reservoir of pain,
Each drop a testament to the struggles we sustain.
A dance of shattered dreams, a waltz of shattered hope,
Agony's cruel embrace, a maze we struggle to cope.

The heartache in a lover's gaze, a silent cry for solace,
Emotions locked within, a labyrinth we must face.
Aching in the depths, a fire that ceaselessly burns,
Agony's searing touch, a lesson that life churns.

Lost within the corridors of time, aching for release,
Agony's mournful whispers, a haunting masterpiece.
A canvas painted with sorrow, strokes of deep despair,
Each hue a different ache, each shade a different care.

The ache of shattered friendships, the sting of broken trust,
Agony's icy fingers, a reminder of life's unjust.
In the quiet of the night, when all seems calm and still,
Agony's haunting echoes, a pain that time can't heal.

Yet amidst the darkness, a glimmer of resilience gleams,
A strength born from agony, a spirit that redeems.
For within the deepest wounds, the seeds of growth reside,
Agony's fierce trials, a path on which we stride.

With every step we take, we inch towards the light,
Agony's heavy burdens, propelling us to fight.
A testament to our courage, a testament to our will,
Agony's cruel baptism, a journey uphill.

And as the sun ascends again, dispelling the night's embrace,
Agony's grip may lessen, its hold may slowly fade.
But in the tapestry of life, its threads forever sewn,
Agony's legacy lives on, in every heart that's known.

So let us not forget the lessons agony imparts,
The strength that it has forged, the wisdom in its arts.
For though it leaves its mark, it also molds our soul,
Agony, a bitter truth, yet a part of being whole.