Sadness
A Poetic Journey through the Depths of Sorrow and the Faint Whispers of Resilience
In the shadowed realm where sorrow dwells,
A melancholy symphony, a tale it tells.
Obsidian skies weep in silent song,
A requiem for joy, now gone.
Beneath the weeping willow's sway,
A forlorn figure, in solitude, may stay.
Ephemeral echoes of laughter once known,
Now replaced by the dirge of sorrow's tone.
A sepulcher of dreams, shattered and cold,
A narrative of loss, in somber folds.
The cerulean hues of hope, now gray,
As tears cascade, emotion's disarray.
Bereft of solace, a heart in eclipse,
A sonnet of sadness on sorrow's lips.
The cadence of pain, a mournful dance,
In the waltz of despair, a soul's askance.
Through the labyrinth of desolation, I tread,
A threnody for love, now silent, unsaid.
The pen of fate scribing a woeful verse,
On the parchment of tears, a universe.
In the sanctuary of shadows, grief resides,
A spectral hymn where anguish abides.
Yet, within the mournful, a glimmer may gleam,
A whisper of healing, a distant dream.
For even in sorrow's vast expanse,
Hope may emerge, a delicate chance.
In the tapestry of tears, resilience is spun,
A requiem for the heart, yet not all is done.
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BrendonJoseph
Just someone who enjoys the artistry of life and literacy. Aimed to capturing the small intricacies often missed.
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This was such an emotional poem! Well done!
This is beautiful. If it's relating personal pain, I truly hope you can find light in the darkness soon. Living with that kind of grief is... well, it's enough to break a person. Keep smiling where you can. Silver linings aren't always bright, but they are there.