sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
My Last Night
The moon leaned low on trembling skies, A silver hush in lullaby, The stars were scattered, dimmed and shy, As if they knew the end was nigh. My breath was slow, a whispered thread, Each moment spun from dreams I’d shed. The silence curled around my bed, A gentle weight, a word unsaid. I saw the faces I had known, Their voices drifted, soft in tone. Regret and joy, now overgrown— A garden wild, all seeds I'd sown. No fear remained, no need to fight, Just peace within the waning light. The world outside slipped out of sight. So passed, at last, my final night.
By Israr khanabout a year ago in Poets
