Whispers in the Darkness

In the depths of darkness, while all hope is lost,

The wretchedness of the heart wears me down.

Amidst the echoes of despair,

The heart enslaved in a cruel affair

The soul persists, its tears suggested,

In a sterile world of denied love.

A symphony of longing, a mute appeal,

for the birth of love, rough fate.

Under the moonlight, with tears flowing down the cheeks,

In a hellish place, a longing for solace.

Every passing second brings a new anguish.

A heart grows cold while waiting.

Through endless nights and shattered dreams,

The heart bleeds silently, shredded at the seams.

Love's absence stings deep in the embrace of the shadows,

Where anguish thrives.

Hope's ember dims with each dusk.

Love's essence is drained in bitter whispers.

Aching for contact, warmth, and release,

But racked by longing, it never finds calm.

The heart's sorrow rings like funeral bells in darkest nooks where anguish resides.

To experience the nectar of love's decree, a harsh dance of fate, an agonizing appeal.

But love remains a phantom's grasp.

The heart is a captive of longing's grip in this awful tapestry, so brutally brazen,

In this terrible pursuit, I long for the touch of love.

Love's harshness mocks as tears silently pour in the depths of sadness, where shadows creep.

A symphony of grief, the heart's lament

Again in the painful circle of waiting.

Despite the harshness, there is a ray of hope: the strength to endure, learn, and cope.

For true love's presence, in its own brutal way,

May heal the wound and mend the torn display of the heart.

So accept the suffering and allow it to chisel you from within.

Under the superficial skin of love, pain reveals realities.

A phoenix will rise from the ashes, with a heart hardened but eternally wise.

Find the strength to withstand this torturous path.

For the coming of love, however bitter and oblique.

Your spirit will strive through tears and suffering, and genuine love may arrive in the cruelest waiting.