In twilight's grasp where shadows entwine,
Hope's last ember fades, colors decline.
Lost, a driftwood on time's remorseless flow,
A spirit shattered, dreams laid low.

Echoes of joy, now a distant knell,
Like fading stars in a desolate spell.
Days blend, an endless, featureless sight,
Lost in the void, devoid of light.

Beneath the weight, a seed may rest,
But hope's escape seems a futile quest.
A life of survival, not truly lived,
In shadows trapped, no reprieve to give

"In twilight's grasp, hope fades, days blur, existence lingers, suspended between survival and meaning."

© silentseraph