A Throne of Despair
A Throne of Despair
In a room where whispers coil and fade,
A figure lingers, their story unmade.
Loneliness drips from the ceiling’s decay,
Each drop a memory slipping away.
The chair by the window, a throne of despair,
Holds echoes of laughter that once lingered there.
Faded photos cling like ghosts to the wall,
Remnants of moments that answered love’s call.
Outside, the world spins, vibrant, alive,
Inside, the silence struggles to thrive.
Winds howl like wounds that endlessly bleed,
A garden of dreams consumed by its greed.
Each tick of the clock, a shackle, a chain,
Stretching time with unbearable pain.
Buried beneath sorrow and cruel twist of fate,
Lies a broken promise, a love turned to hate.
Through cracked windows, the night softly weeps,
For hearts that are lost in unfathomable deeps.
No guiding stars, no refuge in sight,
Only shadows consume the remnants of light.
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