Poem Series.
2

Ache

The world feels heavy, cold, and gray,
A constant fog that blocks the day.
I reach for light, but it slips away,
And shadows steal my breath and sway.

Inside, a storm that never calms,
A restless ache, a heart that qualms.
Smiles are masks, my soul’s in chains,
Drowning in silent, endless pains.

Love was once a flame so bright,
But now it flickers, fades from sight.
In your eyes, I see her smile,
And I wonder if I’ve lost you for a while.

Jealousy wraps me in its...