Deprived of your love, I carry the burden of deep shadows under my eyes
Deprived of your love, I carry the burden of deep shadows under my eyes,
with crow's feet drawing the story of endless nights on my face,
where each lie was your illusion, born from the confusion surrounding me,
elusive and fragile, a dance of amorphous metaphors unraveling in the wind,
subjected to your disdain, your words mercilessly cutting my soul,
deriding my appearance and my intellect,
as I fell into the abyss of silence, searching for a point of support.
Mockery does not suit my face, where my lips are cracked with thirst,
a river once full of life, now silent under a shroud of unfulfilled longing,
my vibrant nature now buried under a layer of heavy melancholy,
leaving a cardboard moon, devoid of its usual shine,
stars like candles extinguished one by one, in a ballet of shadows,
no point in waiting for the sun to rise, when the end seems to have come,
the world stopped in its rotation under the heavy, leaden clouds of forgetfulness.
Unfulfilled expectations, all my momentum scattered to the wind,
my spirit is apathetic, my inner light a flame barely flickering,
now you see me, unmasked in my raw pain, in all my loneliness,
collapsing under the weight of endless torment, like a wounded and wet hawk,
rising with eagle eyes, a warrior, more determined and bold,
traveling further with unlimited reach and newfound self-esteem,
this bird, you cannot change, for its flight is eternal and unbound.
Beyond masks and shadows, my soul finds its path,
despite the storms that try to bring me down, always stronger,
always freer, guided by the light of a hope that never extinguishes.
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Dan Enache
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