In the shadowed depths of sorrow’s night, Where stars weep and moonbeams take their flight, I wander through the corridors of pain, In search of solace, but all in vain.
Loss, a weight upon my fragile heart, Tears the fabric of my world apart. With every breath, a sigh escapes my lips, As memories like phantom ships, they drift.
Oh, loss, you are a tempest in my soul, A tempest that relentlessly takes its toll. The tears that fall like rain from skies so gray, Are but the echoes of what I cannot say.
In the silence of the darkest hour’s chime, I grapple with this anguish, so sublime. A kaleidoscope of emotions, intertwined, In the labyrinth of loss, I’m left behind.
The first emotion, a searing, gnawing pain, That courses through my veins, like acid rain. A void, an emptiness, where once was whole, Now an ache, a chasm, taking its toll.
Grief, an ocean, vast and deep, I swim, Its waves of sadness, they crash from limb to limb. I mourn the loss of what once was so dear, In the ocean of my tears, I disappear.
Anger, a fire that burns within my chest, For all the things unsaid, unexpressed. Why did you leave, or why’d you have to go? Questions that haunt, but answers, I don’t know.
Yet, in this storm, a silver lining gleams, For loss is not the end, or so it seems. From pain and grief, a strength begins to rise, A chance for growth, to mend what’s otherwise.
Through loss, we learn to treasure what remains, To cherish love, and break free from our chains. Though it may hurt, we find our souls anew, And in the depths of loss, we rediscover who.
So let the echoes of loss reverberate, A testament to the love we cultivate. For in the tapestry of life, we find, That loss, though painful, leaves its truth behind.
