Echoes in the Abyss

Echoes in the Abyss © By Artemis Quill 2024 “No complaints, overwhelmed by blessings” Living with stress and depression, A weight that bends my weary frown, In shadows deep where thoughts sail slow, Whispers of doubt wear a velvet gown. The world, a bustling stage of light, While I, a phantom, drift from sight. In silence wrapped, I tread this maze, A labyrinth of hollow days, With echoes of laughter from far away, Distant joys now seem to fray. Each sigh a testament of a heart, That yearns for solace yet drifts apart. The sun may rise with golden thread, Yet in my chest, a deeper dread, Each beam that shines, a mockery bold, As dreams turn stale and hopes grow cold. For in the crowd, I walk alone, Just a fragment of flesh and bone. The days stretch long, an endless night, The clock ticks down, no end in sight, With burdens heavy, steeped in gray, In restless hours, I fade away. But deep within, a flicker glows, A fragile flame that softly shows. The whispers of healing softly call, To break the silence, to stand tall, In the tapestry woven with threads of pain, A dance of shadows, a chance to gain. For every storm must find its rest, And in the heart, hope's gentle quest. So, I will rise, though weary still, To face the dawn, to test my will, For loneliness may weave its thread, Yet I will claim the life I led. In echoes deep, I find my song, A tale of sorrow, yet still so strong.