Existential Sorrow
In the embrace of shadows, a solitary heart yearns for warmth just beyond reach, finding solace in the depth of its own solitude.
In a hall of echoes, where even shadows weep,
Under the pall of gloom, where light dares not creep,
"An audience of one is as close to none,"
Whispers the void, where all dreams seep.
A solitary clap, a sob in the deep,
A sound lost in a chasm, so vast, so steep.
In this theater of withered hopes, where memories sleep,
A soul wanders, its sorrow, a canyon wide and bleak.
For in the silence, where forgotten whispers peep,
Lies a chasm of longing, dark and steep,
A single heart, amidst the ruins, so bleak,
Finds solace in sorrow, its solace, so weak.
In that moment, a desolation, so deep,
A thread of connection, too frayed, too weak.
An audience of one, in the shadows, so steep,
A reminder of a warmth, forever out of reach.
Cherish the void, the silence, so bleak,
For in this solitude, your end, it speaks.
An audience of one, a sorrow so deep,
In a world of shadows, where even the brave weep.
© Eric Montgomery, March 2024
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