Longing for Eternal Rest
This path I know too well
In the vast expanse of desolation, where shadows whimper,
I, a phantom, elude the feeble grasp of darkness.
Aimless, I drift through the ether,
An emptiness echoes, a cacophony the deep sea can’t silence.
Scars, like ancient runes, etch the narrative of my soul,
Raw and unhealed, the canvas of my heart seems unlovable.
Why, in this vast universe, does love withhold its tender grace?
Midnight unveils its velvet tapestry,
I, perched on the edge, await impending doom,
Yearning for a savior, a gust to sweep me away.
Within a crystalline cocoon, soundproof and clear,
My voice, a desperate plea, echoes unheard.
Silhouettes pass, oblivious to the silent tempest within.
My cries, drowned, become a mere murmur in the void.
I carry these walls, stoic and burdened,
Tears concealed by the shroud of night,
Pain that pirouettes as laughter in the masquerade.
Truths, unraveled, give birth to the offspring of mistakes.
Wounds linger, time a dispassionate spectator,
Love, a restless wanderer seeking a haven,
Yet, home remains elusive as shadows in twilight’s retreat.
The familiar path, each step an echo of weariness.
Confronting the specter of my own demise,
A yearning for salvation, a rebirth, a chance to begin anew.
Bearing burdens with grim fortitude,
I crave an eternal rest, a sanctuary in the gentle embrace of oblivion.
