In shadows cast by fractured dreams,
a broken man, worn at the seams.
His echos linger in silent despair,
whispers lost in vacant air.
Eyes, windows to a soul weathered and worn,
carry tales of the storms he has borne.
Once a canvas of vibrant hues,
now painted in somber, blues.
A symphony of shattered notes,
his song composed of shattered hopes.
Each step a dance on shards of time,
a rhythm formed in a pantomime.
Yet within the ruins, resilience stirs,
a phoenix seeking what once was hers.
Infringements, the strength to rise,
reclaiming pieces of broken skies.
For even in the wreckage, hope resides,
a broken man silently abides.
In the mosaic of scars, a story unfolds,
of resilience, where a new chapter molds.
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Abigail Wanjiru
Exploring the shadows of the soul through verses that bleed ink. 🖋️ | Conjuring darkness into poetry | Embracing the beauty in the obscure | #DarkVerse 🔮✨"
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Comments (2)
This poem was so poignant! I loved it!
I found this bittersweet - broken but somehow empowering.