sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
The Man Who Stole Fire From Time
They said he walked with no shadow because his past refused to follow him. He didn’t speak. He burned. Not with rage, but with memory. Not with light, but with truth too hot to hold. He found fire in a place where time forgot itself a corner between a scream and a prayer. And he stole it. Not to warm the world, but to remind it how cold we had become. He lit the letters of lost languages. He lit the bones of broken dreams. He lit his own name just to erase it. When people asked, "Why burn the past?" He answered: "Because we keep trying to live in ashes." The rain feared him. The wind watched him. Even death gave him space to finish his sentence. And when the last flame curled like a question into the night, He smiled and vanished. Not into darkness. Not into dust. But into the heartbeat of every soul that ever wondered what it meant to remember and still choose to rise.
By Hazrat Usman Usmanabout a year ago in Poets
