In the darkest corners of my mind
Marcella Boccia
Maison d'édition: Editrice 33 Pagine
Synopsis
In the darkest corners of my mind, Where shadows dance and secrets hide, I delve into the depths of despair, In search of solace, but find only snare. The night unfolds its ebony wings, As melancholy melodies the darkness sings, A symphony of sorrow, a mournful tune, An elegy for a soul lost too soon. In this labyrinth of twisted thoughts, Where pain resides and hope is naught, I navigate the corridors of my soul, Haunted by memories that take their toll. The ink spills like blood upon the page, Words become daggers, my heart the stage, I bleed emotions, a crimson cascade, Aching wounds that will never fade. The moon weeps silver tears above, A witness to this tragic love, A love that consumes, a love that kills, A love that suffocates, a love that chills. In the mirror's reflection, a hollow face, Eyes devoid of light, a vacant space, A fragile vessel, cracked and worn, A fragile mind, shattered and torn. Oh, darkness, my constant companion, Embrace me in your arms, the abyss I summon, For in this realm of shadows and pain, I find solace, and I am whole again. But in the depths, a flicker of light, A glimmer of hope, a fleeting respite, For even in darkness, there lies a spark, A chance to heal, a chance to embark. So I write these verses, these words of woe, To purge my demons, to let them go, In the darkness, I find my voice, A poet's soul, forever my choice.
