When An Empty Soul Echoes

In the depths of solitude's unyielding grip, An exposed nerve, raw and stripped, The haunting echoes of trauma's refrain, Consume the heart, drowning in pain. Yearning for solace, yet cloaked in despair, Seeking refuge, but finding none to share, A desolate landscape, void of reprieve, Aching for solace, unable to achieve. A soul aflame, with flames of sorrow, In darkness, seeking a glimpse of tomorrow, Trapped within walls of judgment's scorn, Shattered and fragmented, tattered and torn. Fear's icy tendrils coil around your core, Whispering doubts, rendering you unsure, Abandonment's specter, a constant dread, Leaving you to wither, alone in your bed. Deep within, a flicker of hope flickers weak, Struggling against the tears that streak, Authenticity, a distant, elusive dream, Lost in the quagmire of despair's extreme. Embrace the vulnerability, though it stings, For in the depths of pain, growth often brings, But the worries, relentless, continue to creep, A never-ending battle, where sadness runs deep. No respite found, no refuge from woe, As sorrow's river within you continues to flow, The weight upon your heart, an unending load, As the tears fall, a testament to a soul corrode. Seek not validation from eyes that judge, For their callous indifference will never budge, In solitude's grip, you suffer and mourn, An empty void, where happiness is torn. The darkness surrounds, a constant veil, As melancholy winds through every trail, The echoes of sadness paint your soul gray, In this tragic script, you're destined to stay.