Rhythm of heart
I waited and waited..
to be free from the grip
of despair's darkened hands,
to step away from its shadow.
All I longed for was a plain land to rest,
a break from the endless drama,
to listen to the soft melody of the quiet breeze...
At last, I found my refuge.
Far from the choking darkness,
where I could truly be myself,
where my eyes could behold
the world's vibrant colors.
I called it my home...
But it was just a sweet dream,
a place I could only visit for a little while.
For it found me again—grip tightening,
blood flowing from an open wound,
dragging me back into the shadowed keep.
The heart that once stirred to life began to falter,
its rhythm fading slowly... to nothingness."
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