Life is pain

A sad life, woven tight with gray,

Each dawn feels colder than the day.

The sun, a stranger in the sky,

Its warmth a whisper, faint and dry.

The heart, a vessel cracked and torn,

Carries the weight of dreams forlorn.

It beats with sorrow, slow and deep,

While shadows cast, refusing sleep.

The world spins on, yet seems so still,

A heavy silence, a hollow thrill.

The faces pass, they never stay,

Like fleeting moments swept away.

In the quiet, the pain resides,

A restless soul that never hides.

Memories linger, sharp and cruel,

Of love once bright, now cold and full.

The laughter’s lost, the joy is gone,

As days drag on and nights grow long.

And in the depths of endless rain,

A heart still beats, though filled with pain.

Loneliness whispers, soft and clear,

It wraps around, it draws too near.

No voice to call, no hand to hold,

Just empty streets, and streets of gold.

The dreams, once vivid, now are blurred,

Like pages unread, each word unheard.

Hope seems distant, fading fast,

A memory of a brighter past.

But still, the body moves through time,

An empty clock without its chime.

Each tick a reminder of what’s lost,

A soul that searches, no matter the cost.

A sad life is not just grief,

It’s the absence of a deep belief.

In moments filled with warmth and light,

In mornings bright, in evenings right.

It’s waking up with empty eyes,

And living with a heart that cries.

It’s feeling, yet it’s being numb,

A constant march, but never come.

Each day feels like a quiet war,

Battles fought on an unseen floor.

The world outside, so full of sound,

Yet in the heart, no peace is found.

The seasons pass with no embrace,

The changing skies, they leave no trace.

Each moment lost, each second slips,

A sad life drifts in empty grips.

The pain is not a single wound,

But layers deep, the scars festooned.

It settles in the soul, a weight,

A burden borne by love and fate.

The love we gave, the love we lost,

The friendships broken, friendships tossed.

Each piece of life a shattered glass,

Reflecting what we cannot pass.

But through this sadness, we still fight,

We chase the shadows, seek the light.

For even in the darkest days,

There’s beauty in the broken ways.

A sad life is not just grief,

It’s the absence of a deep belief.

In moments filled with warmth and light,

In mornings bright, in evenings right.

It’s waking up with empty eyes,

And living with a heart that cries.

It’s feeling, yet it’s being numb,

A constant march, but never come.

Each day feels like a quiet war,

Battles fought on an unseen floor.

The world outside, so full of sound,

Yet in the heart, no peace is found.

The seasons pass with no embrace,

The changing skies, they leave no trace.

Each moment lost, each second slips,

A sad life drifts in empty grips.

The pain is not a single wound,

But layers deep, the scars festooned.

It settles in the soul, a weight,

A burden borne by love and fate.

The love we gave, the love we lost,

The friendships broken, friendships tossed.

Each piece of life a shattered glass,

Reflecting what we cannot pass.

But through this sadness, we still fight,

We chase the shadows, seek the light.

For even in the darkest days,

There’s beauty in the broken ways.

A sad life is a journey long,

With aching steps, but still we’re strong.

For through the tears, we learn to stand,

To face the storm, to understand.

A sad life is not the end,

It’s a story we will mend.

For in each tear, in every sigh,

We find the courage to ask why.

The sun may set, but it will rise,

Bringing with it clearer skies.

The wounds may linger, but they’ll heal,

The broken heart, again will feel.

And though the path is filled with strife,

We find a way to live our life.

For even in the saddest plight,

There’s a flicker, faint but bright.

A sad life is not a curse,

It’s a chance to grow, to rehearse,

The lessons learned through pain and loss,

To find the grace beneath the cross.

A sad life may never fade,

But in its tears, a foundation’s laid.

For life is both joy and pain,

And through it all, we stand again.

So, in the end, a sad life’s worth,

It teaches us what love is worth.

It shows us strength, it shows us grace,

And in its ache, we find our place.