Sunday, 9 April 2023

The Descent into the Stygian Night: A Mournful Tale of Lost Souls

 


In a world of light, where joy once bloomed,

A heart full of hope, a soul well-groomed.

Laughter and love filled each waking day,

Life was a canvas, a vibrant display.

 

Yet shadows encroached, the light, they stole,

Slowly they crept, consumed me whole.

Then, in the midst of this darkness, a tale untold,

Of courage and strength, a story of old.

 

A traveler wandered, the path unclear,

Through haunted woods, with shadows near.

A mission, a purpose, they sought to find,

A spark to reignite, their troubled mind.

 

But the journey grew darker, and dangers untold,

The traveler met creatures, sinister and cold.

Each soul they encountered, a perilous turn,

A fragment of light, extinguished to burn.

 

In a village of shadows, where joy was lost,

The traveler discovered, love's true cost.

A heart once broken, forever to bear,

The weight of the darkness, the pain to wear.

 

A mountain of fear, the summit they sought,

To conquer their demons, the battles they fought.

At the peak of despair, the traveler found,

No hope, no solace, in that cursed ground.

 

The descent was steep, the path now clear,

The traveler returned, consumed by fear.

In the darkness where I dwell, a suffocating haze descends,

Paralyzed, petrified, my fractured spirit bends.

 

No solace in games, no comfort in rest,

An overwhelming darkness, a life oppressed.

A home in disarray, like a ransacked tomb,

My hunger wanes, as I embrace the gloom.

 

Work looms near, a malevolent specter,

In anxiety's cold grip, my fears to fester.

The only world I've known, now slipping away,

Yet whispers in the dark, entice me to stray.

 

At thirty years, still wandering this haunted maze,

To find the flickering light, amid the endless haze.

One trembling step at a time, unsure where to start,

A heavy heart, with sorrow torn apart.

 

Depression's dark grip, a sinister scene,

A battle within, the void to intervene.

Anxiety's torment, clouding my mind,

Rush of blood to the head, clarity resigned.

 

And so, to my mother, my confession unfurled,

A desperate plea from a crumbling world.

With sorrowful eyes, she looked upon me,

Unable to save from the darkness that be.

 

As twilight approached, shadows grew long,

The air grew colder, the wind sang a mournful song.

A choice I had made, my fate to embrace,

The darkness consumed me, in its eternal embrace.

 

Into the void, I let myself fall,

No light to guide, no hope to recall.

In the end, my mother's tears,

Fell like rain, as she faced her deepest fears.

 

For in the abyss, I found my rest,

My tortured soul, at last, oppressed.

A dark ending, whispered in the night,

An eternal slumber, forever out of sight.

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