Colors Of Muted Joy
In the depths of sorrow, I find my home,
A realm of shadows where the heart does roam.
Each tear a gem, a glistening cascade,
As the sun sets, and hope starts to fade.
The whispers of the wind echo despair,
A symphony of grief, floating through the air.
In darkness, my soul finds solace and rest,
Embracing pain's embrace, I am its guest.
A broken heart, a canvas for my pain,
Each crack a testament, a haunting stain.
The colors of joy, now muted and gray,
Lost in the tempest of life's disarray.
Oh, how the stars weep in the night sky,
Their tears cascading, asking me why?
A fragile dance between life and death,
With every breath, I feel my last breath.
In silence, I search for a glimmer of light,
A fleeting hope to guide me through the night.
But in the abyss, my spirit remains bound,
As melancholy's embrace tightly surrounds.
Oh, wretched heart, burdened by sorrow's weight,
Yearning for peace, but finding only fate.
Each line a masterful symphony of pain,
A lament that echoes, but all in vain.
© Plasmagrapes
A realm of shadows where the heart does roam.
Each tear a gem, a glistening cascade,
As the sun sets, and hope starts to fade.
The whispers of the wind echo despair,
A symphony of grief, floating through the air.
In darkness, my soul finds solace and rest,
Embracing pain's embrace, I am its guest.
A broken heart, a canvas for my pain,
Each crack a testament, a haunting stain.
The colors of joy, now muted and gray,
Lost in the tempest of life's disarray.
Oh, how the stars weep in the night sky,
Their tears cascading, asking me why?
A fragile dance between life and death,
With every breath, I feel my last breath.
In silence, I search for a glimmer of light,
A fleeting hope to guide me through the night.
But in the abyss, my spirit remains bound,
As melancholy's embrace tightly surrounds.
Oh, wretched heart, burdened by sorrow's weight,
Yearning for peace, but finding only fate.
Each line a masterful symphony of pain,
A lament that echoes, but all in vain.
© Plasmagrapes