A heart of ashes, a soul worn thin,
A gaze that's seen the darkest sin,
A mind that echoes with the screams unheard,
A body scarred, each mark a word
Of battles fought in the abyss of night,
Where hope was lost and shadows bite.
A hollow laugh, a bitter smile,
A weary dance, a life on trial,
The world a blur, a distant dream,
Haunted by ghosts, a broken theme,
A thirst for peace, a yearning to be free,
From the chains of hell that bind and see.
Each step a struggle, each breath a fight,
A fragile shell, barely holding light,
The weight of sorrow, a heavy cloak,
A silent plea, a soul that broke,
Yet, in the cracks, a flicker remains,
A whisper of strength, that still sustains.
This poem captures the feeling of someone who has endured immense suffering, marked by a deep sense of exhaustion, emotional numbness, a lingering fear, but also a glimmer of resilience and a desire for healing.
Generative AI is experimental.
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A heart of ashes, a soul worn thin,
A gaze that's seen the darkest sin,
A mind that echoes with the screams unheard,
A body scarred, each mark a word
Of battles fought in the abyss of night,
Where hope was lost and shadows bite.
A hollow laugh, a bitter smile,
A weary dance, a life on trial,
The world a blur, a distant dream,
Haunted by ghosts, a broken theme,
A thirst for peace, a yearning to be free,
From the chains of hell that bind and see.
Each step a struggle, each breath a fight,
A fragile shell, barely holding light,
The weight of sorrow, a heavy cloak,
A silent plea, a soul that broke,
Yet, in the cracks, a flicker remains,
A whisper of strength, that still sustains.
This poem captures the feeling of someone who has endured immense suffering, marked by a deep sense of exhaustion, emotional numbness, a lingering fear, but also a glimmer of resilience and a desire for healing.
Generative AI is experimental.
A gaze that's seen the darkest sin,
A mind that echoes with the screams unheard,
A body scarred, each mark a word
Of battles fought in the abyss of night,
Where hope was lost and shadows bite.
A hollow laugh, a bitter smile,
A weary dance, a life on trial,
The world a blur, a distant dream,
Haunted by ghosts, a broken theme,
A thirst for peace, a yearning to be free,
From the chains of hell that bind and see.
Each step a struggle, each breath a fight,
A fragile shell, barely holding light,
The weight of sorrow, a heavy cloak,
A silent plea, a soul that broke,
Yet, in the cracks, a flicker remains,
A whisper of strength, that still sustains.
This poem captures the feeling of someone who has endured immense suffering, marked by a deep sense of exhaustion, emotional numbness, a lingering fear, but also a glimmer of resilience and a desire for healing.
Generative AI is experimental.
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“A heart of ashes, a soul worn thin,
A gaze that's seen the darkest sin,
A mind that echoes with the screams unheard,
A body scarred, each mark a word
Of battles fought in the abyss of night,
Where hope was lost and shadows bite.
A hollow laugh, a bitter smile,
A weary dance, a life on trial,
The world a blur, a distant dream,
Haunted by ghosts, a broken theme,
A thirst for peace, a yearning to be free,
From the chains of hell that bind and see.
Each step a struggle, each breath a fight,
A fragile shell, barely holding light,
The weight of sorrow, a heavy cloak,
A silent plea, a soul that broke,
Yet, in the cracks, a flicker remains,
A whisper of strength, that still sustains.
This poem captures the feeling of someone who has endured immense suffering, marked by a deep sense of exhaustion, emotional numbness, a lingering fear, but also a glimmer of resilience and a desire for healing.
Generative AI is experimental.,” Lawrence Catania's Omeka, accessed November 23, 2024, https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/items/show/2858.
A gaze that's seen the darkest sin,
A mind that echoes with the screams unheard,
A body scarred, each mark a word
Of battles fought in the abyss of night,
Where hope was lost and shadows bite.
A hollow laugh, a bitter smile,
A weary dance, a life on trial,
The world a blur, a distant dream,
Haunted by ghosts, a broken theme,
A thirst for peace, a yearning to be free,
From the chains of hell that bind and see.
Each step a struggle, each breath a fight,
A fragile shell, barely holding light,
The weight of sorrow, a heavy cloak,
A silent plea, a soul that broke,
Yet, in the cracks, a flicker remains,
A whisper of strength, that still sustains.
This poem captures the feeling of someone who has endured immense suffering, marked by a deep sense of exhaustion, emotional numbness, a lingering fear, but also a glimmer of resilience and a desire for healing.
Generative AI is experimental.,” Lawrence Catania's Omeka, accessed November 23, 2024, https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/items/show/2858.