Emtiness

Emptiness

In the vast silence of my breaking heart,
Where horizons blur and shadows start,
I am a whisper caught between breath and pain,
Dying a thousand deaths, yet living again.

When will this emptiness release its hold?
When will my story of sorrow unfold?
Each moment a battle, each breath a fight
To find a glimpse of solace, a fragment of light.

I trace the edges of my broken dreams,
Nothing is ever quite as it seems.
Suspended between silence and sound,
Where hope and despair are tragically bound.

Tomorrow beckons with its fragile grace,
A promise etched on my weary face.
I will return, though broken and bare,
Carrying the weight of my unspoken prayer.

For in this dying, I somehow survive,
Clinging to the edges of being alive,
A testament to resilience, raw and true,
Waiting for peace to finally break through.

Kishore Vastani