In the Shadows of Desolation
No one heard him scream
A silent scream at night, a haunting wail,
Lost in the depths of darkness, his pain did assail.
No ears to hear his torment, no solace to be found,
In the depths of his despair, where darkness knew no bound.
Echoes of anguish reverberated through the night,
A desperate plea for respite, veiled in the absence of light.
But his cries fell on deaf ears, swallowed by the void,
In a world that turned a blind eye, where empathy was destroyed.
A tortured soul, confined to shadows deep,
Invisible and forsaken, his secrets buried in the bleak.
Each night, his pain intensified, consuming his very core,
As he wandered through the desolation, lost forevermore.
The weight of his anguish bore heavy on his chest,
A suffocating darkness, a relentless, merciless test.
No one to witness his suffering, no one to share his plight,
He remained a prisoner of his own shattered light.
His silent scream echoed through the empty halls,
A symphony of despair, as darkness entwined his walls.
Invisible chains bound him, his heart cried out in vain,
In the depths of his desolation, where light could not regain.
No solace, no respite, no salvation to be found,
Just the haunting echoes of his pain, an unending sound.
In the shadows, he remained, a ghost of shattered dreams,
As his silent scream dissolved into the night, torn at the seams.
But let his tale be a reminder of the unseen,
The depths of human suffering, where hope may intervene.
For even in the darkest corners, a flicker of light may ignite,
To pierce the veil of desolation, and guide lost souls to flight.
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