As the messages quietly sync, I feel the deepening absence of replies

As the messages quietly sync, I feel the deepening absence of replies, An abyss slowly swallowing the denial from a heart weary of waiting and longing, My greatest fear, the unknown truth, now takes shape in the light of day, Coming to claim its rights, a bitter fruit of uncertainty that can no longer be avoided. I have always been ready to fight for every dream, to venture with an open and courageous soul, But truths like these leave no room for lies, only a heavy and crushing silence, A truth that penetrates deeply, dispelling illusions carefully woven with hope, I can no longer dance around dreams as if they held fragments of light for me, When everything falls apart, leaving only the shadows of a once-held hope, stirring memories, I remain alone in the chamber of my consciousness, an endless flow of thoughts and emotions rolling, Seeking balance between lost illusions and harsh truths, a dance of the soul in melancholy, In a world where beginnings are born from the ruins of dreams, an endless search for light.