Reverberations of Isolation 🌑

🌑 In the midst of the quiet, the grief winds around,

An embroidery of yearning and broken leaves,

🌿 Each step reverberations in the offices of agony,

As tears fall delicately like delicate downpour.

🌑 Recollections wait like blurring stars,

Conveyed by winds to far off bars,

🌿 An ensemble of murmurs consumes the space,

As the heaviness of depression turns out to be an excessive amount to handle.

🌑 A spirit loose in an ocean of dark,

Looking for light in the chaos,

🌿 However, trust appears to be far off, a short lived sparkle,

Lost in the tides of a ceaseless dream.

🌑 The world goes on, yet the heart stays still,

Limited by distresses that time can't mend,

🌿 Every breath a battle, every second a murmur,

In the immense span of a tear-streaked sky.

🌑 So let the tears stream, spread the word,

For inside our pity, our solidarity has developed,

🌿 What's more, as we explore the profundities of our spirit's ocean,

May we find comfort in being genuinely free.