“Drowning in Shadows”

A glass of fire, both bitter and sweet,
Whiskey in hand, now tainted, not so neat.
Shards of trust deeply cut, their edges raw
A sudden plunge, a pit I never saw.

This betrayal a fracture, its weight untold
Until trust shattered, beyond my hold.
A fissure carved through heart and mind,
The breaking point, cruelly defined.

Clinging to vapor, where faith once spoke
Haunted by echoes a silence now revoked.
In a breath’s pause, my world unspooled.
Layer by layer, memories—distorted, cruel.

Invisible bonds constrict my breath,
Dragging me closer to sorrow’s depth.
In stark disbelief, I find myself consumed
An unseen coiled tether, tightened anew.

Storms churn beneath my weary skin.
Each gentle word, a blade sunk in.
Dreams once bright, now cold, fractured, bare.
Hopes faded like whispers in the air.

A scream that stirs even shadows to quake.
Lifetimes of pain in one desperate break.
A keening, fierce as chains snapping apart,
The flood of grief held back in my heart.

Their cowardly retreat a final shove
Engulfed by night, light fading above.
Submerged in depths where shadows persist,
Drawn to the void of despair’s final tryst.

“Cimmerian Shades of Solitude”

Ghostly fragments of a past left behind,
Echoes of anguish in shadows entwined.
Hungry phantoms slink with silent tread,
A whispered weight, in darkness fed.

Echoes of old aches spiral, sharp inside.
Cold and hollow, no more caves left to hide.
Tracing edges of my burning sorrow,
Crimson stains, no promise of tomorrow.

Bound in shadow, this fragile shell contained
Fevered murmurs rise where cracks have strained.
Each mark a scream, long silenced and ignored,
Now voiced aloud, the anguish underscored.

Strike upon strike, a fleeting solace to ease
A hollow balm, promising this torment’s release.
A fragile salve that bought another day –
A breath, a brief reprieve along the way.

Shrouds of gray invade a once-clear shore,
Clarity drifted, a self I knew no more.
A hollowed shell, a stranger’s face I wore,
The life I’d known vanished to memory’s door.

Fading light dissolves into mournful shade,
Imploring for the one who quietly betrayed.
Imprisoned by solitude’s suffocating grasp,
A spectral waltz of silence and words I gasped.

Their promised haven, a fleeting mirage,
Shattered in truth—a broken façade.
Waves of trust scattered and torn,
A refuge false, where hopes are mourned.

Sheltered shores turned shadows thin,
The safety sought was never within.
Its warmth, a fleeting, hollow glow,
Gone with the tide’s unrelenting flow.

Adrift in despair’s unrelenting tide,
No beacon to guide, no hope by my side.
The stars above, distant and cold,
The weight of silence, a story untold.

“A Tempest Unleashed”

In the depth of despair, a flicker grew.
A brittle spark, a life anew.
The echo of words, so gentle, so true
A lifeline woven by voices of few.

But those kind words, once soft and clear,
Wilted to whispers no longer I could hear.
Their fragile light once guiding my way,
Now smothered by shadows, lost in dismay.

The rage swiftly built, like storms unseen,
A beast awakened, harsh and keen.
Rage, unbidden, surged through my shell,
A tempest unleashed, an unspoken hell.

A brutal quake, my soul laid bare,
Fragments scattered beyond repair.
A visceral twist, a thunderous fall,
The gut’s silent scream answers it all.

My heart, once tender, now beats in pain,
A maelstrom of wrath, a soul in chains.
Shattered trust turned to sharpened knives,
Wounds that bled, now cruelly shaping lives.

The spark of torment lit anew,
Its embers whispered, “Become what’s true.”
The beast I fled, its shadow vast,
Now wore my face, my wounds recast.

My scars its armor; my voice its roar,
A creature reborn from wounds I bore.
Its savagery mine, its hunger fed,
My own voice echoed the words it said.

Through corridors of anger and spite,
Lost in the dark, forsaking all light.
A mirror’s gaze, a monster’s grin,
Reflected scars and shame within.

The weight of years, each scar a thread,
Laced with fury of words left unsaid.
A storm held tight, unleashed too strong
A torrent of hate, a fierce beastly song.

Years of silence, betrayal, and pain,
Now poured like fire, a torrential rain.
The spark to a flame too long contained,
A lifetime’s torment, now unchained.

The tables turned and power shifted,
In his eyes, the blame now lifted.
No longer the prey, but the hunter’s plight,
I showed you your demons in the dead of night.

Months unfurled in murky haze,
My heart ensnared in vengeful blaze.
Torn between my light and shadow’s call,
I stand at the edge, yet fear to fall.

The edge calls softly, a siren’s plea.
A thread of hope, frayed yet holding me.
In undoing, am I not unveiled?
A self reclaimed; dawn’s light prevailed?

“Embers Burn Bright”

At my core, a burning truth ignites
Yet their snarls claw, quenching that light.
They push me to what I swore not to be,
A mirror of rage, not the soul I seek.

Of crimson tides, of ebb and flow
A stench of fear that they bestowed.
In the ashen chasm, wars rage on
A heart torn between what’s right – what is wrong.

Hands tremble with the weight of all I’ve fought,
Muscles sore from battles never sought.
They come in shadows, teeth bared to tear,
But in the dark, I rise – defiant, aware.

The walls close in, but still, I stand tall
With every last breath, I refuse to fall.
From the ashes of war, a new strength grows,
The storm’s passed, and now, the light bestows.

They thought me weak, broken, subdued,
As I carried the weight they once imbued.
Now deep inside, my heart still knows,
The fight for myself, the strength to grow.

And yet, in time, as cracks began to mend,
A fragile hope, a breath, a friend.
But in this darkness, embers burn bright,
A fierce reminder to hold on, to fight.

Stone after stone cruelly cast my way
Reveals a new path as it is paved.
The walls themselves whispered my despair,
Each creak a memory, each shadow a snare.

This house, no shelter, no haven of rest,
But a vessel of anguish, a weight on my chest.
With trembling resolve, I cast off the chains,
Forsaking the ghosts and their toxic remains.

For my soul craves space where light can bloom,
Not drowned by endless, suffocating gloom.
With newfound resolve, I sought warmth’s embrace,
A sanctuary of love, a quiet, sacred place.

“From Sorrow’s Depths”

In this fresh new home, the harrowing fades,
A protected space to heal, to stand unafraid.
Walls that hold no shadows, only light,
A refuge for my voice, a place of might.

With each loving intention, I weave,
Grieving my past, I now fully breathe.
For my children, a future to embrace,
Together we rise in our sacred space.

Healing came slow, like the dawn’s first light,
And with it, the strength to hold on tight.
It’s never too late, though years have gone past,
The love I discovered within bloomed quite fast.

As my inner light began to shine,
Hope flickered, how striking, how divine
Facing my demons I sought to cast away,
Only to find they craved to be heard, to stay.

One by one, I listened to their angst and pleas
Addressing their pain, not just to appease.
Moment by moment, day by day
Their fierce hold on me, began to fray.

Accepting all parts of self, dark and light,
I listened and with them did not fight
With compassion and love, and multitudes of tears
We slowly released eons of fears.

Through the storms, I learned to stand,
Rooted in strength, with open hands.
Piece by piece, I gathered the whole,
Reclaiming the fragments of my soul.

Now I rise – no longer bound,
A light within, no longer drowned.
The path ahead, though unclear, I see,
For in my heart, there is now liberty.

So let the winds of change now blow,
For I have learned to ebb and flow.
From sorrow’s depths, I rise unbound,
A testament to the strength I have finally found.

Below, the void of a starless sea,
Above, a tempest’s unyielding decree.
I am the storm, the spark, the flame,
In breaking apart, I reclaim my name.