COLLABORATION POEM

CREATIVE-POETS

PROVIDENCE 😔

In the quiet of the dusk, where shadows softly frown,
Lies a solitary whisper, in a world turned upside down.
Amidst the hush, a heart does beat, alone but ever sound,
This is the verse of solitude, a poem simply titled, "Down."

In the stillness, there's a presence, not seen but deeply felt,
A silent dance of memories, where once two souls had dwelt.
The echoes of laughter linger, in the air they gently clown,
Yet in the solitude of night, they're hushed, as spirits drown.

The stars above, flicker, like tears in heaven's gown,
Each a silent sentinel, to a heart that bears a crown.
A crown of thorns, of solitude, where thoughts in circles round,
In the depth of night's embrace, in a poem titled, "Down."

But even in this quietude, where loneliness may confound,
There's beauty in the solitude, in the silence, there's a sound.
A melody of life itself, a resilient, hopeful town,
For even in the deepest dark, one can rise from being down.

So let this poem be a friend, in your heart let it resound,
To lift you from the depths to the place where love is found.
For you are never truly alone, in the night's profound gown,
There's light beyond the darkness, in this poem titled, "Down."


MICHAEL 🥺💜

The days and nights drag on even though we know the end is already here,
Counting down like a ticking bomb because death will soon draw near.
The solitude of quiet a constant reminder of it'll be,
By the River Styx my soul will transfer from sea to sea.

And the dance of Pales lights the candles at both ends,
For the flickered chance to provide for my dearest friends.
When the light is dimmer there's always a shimmer,
To show the strength is gone out to a faded glimmer.

Hear the bell toll and wonder who could it be now?
The lazy demon of darkness rises above the dirt somehow.
It is the Thriller the undead spirits that walk this earth so cold,
And when they touch you the blood will not be bold.

It says sing a mystery a fine toothed pawned enigma
Raise the lava volcano heat let me wade the magma,
Another soul has come to roost in the stigma. that the only way to cut loose,
Is stigmata and the exorcized deity to solve this muse.

So the song sang sung from the ages to eternity,
Like the rock it is hardened like a diamonded chi.
I don't want to go on just let me perish and then set me free,
Sometimes the tortured and the lonesome wants their freedom so so let it be!
@I_Am_Michael @providence