Echoed regret in a twilight haze,
Wandering soul lost in a frozen maze.
Whispers of dreams on frozen dusk,
Forgotten tides pull at the strings of trust.
Every shadow dances with an empty pulse,
Burning bridges behind me, a constant impulse.
Fractured reflections in the dark of night,
Searching for solace, for a flicker of light.
Time like a river, it flows and it bends,
Chasing the echoes that the silence sends.
A heart's heavy weight, like a stone in the chest,
Longing for peace but finding unrest.
I tread on the ashes of promises made,
In the ruins of laughter where memories fade.
The tides carry whispers of those left behind,
With every heartbeat, a haunting reminder.
Yet through the despair, a flicker appears,
A hope in the distance to dry all my tears.
Though bridges are burning and shadows may fall,
I’ll rise from the ashes, I’ll stand tall.
Now as the dusk surrenders to night,
I gather my strength, I prepare for the fight.
For every wound carries beauty in time,
In the echo, I find my reason to climb.
And in this cycle of loss and release,
I weave my own tale, I’ll find my own peace.
So I walk from the fractures, more whole than before,
Embracing the silence, I open new doors.
Alternative
Echoed regret, Wandering soul, Frozen dusk, Forgotten tides, Empty pulse, Burning bridges, Fractured