Tears of a Dying Wish179Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxZ6jkZ9c25
The darkness surrounds me as I sit by the window, gazing at the moonless night. My weary eyes search the black sky for a glimmer of light, a shred of hope to cling onto.
But there is none. The darkest minds breed the darkest of thoughts, and tonight, my mind is shrouded in a veil of melancholy.179Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQANltsVJ3z
Expectations are like vapour—fleeting and ephemeral. Once they disappear into oblivion, the first sensation that sets in is disappointment, closely followed by hurt's cold embrace.
My life has been a series of expectations and disappointments, a never-ending cycle of ephemeral joy and lasting sorrow.
Each time I dared to hope, life found newer ways to hurt me. The scars may fade, but the wounds remain unhealed. Now, indifference and apathy are my only faithful companions.
The clock strikes midnight, ushering in a new day with the same old promises of hope and cheer, which I do not believe in anymore. I yearn to feel alive again and to experience the simple joys of laughter and love. But my heart is numb.
The melody of life plays on repeat around me, an endless loop of rising expectations and falling disappointments. I am but a silent spectator, watching the world go by while I remain lost and afraid, trapped in the labyrinth of my darkest mind.
The morning sun peeks through the open windows, the golden rays dancing in the stillness of the room. But the light does not reach the deepest corners of my soul.
I drape the curtains and retreat into the comforting shadows again. The darkness feels familiar, like an old friend embracing me in its fold.
The day passes by in a blur of faces and voices as I go through the motions set by the patterns of a life I no longer recognise as my own. Each moment stretches into eternity, yet time flies by too soon.
I chase the seconds to escape the aches in my chest, seeking solace in fleeting distractions and evanescent smiles. But the dull throb of pain returns as soon as I stop to breathe.
The flickering lamp by my bedside emits a feeble glow, struggling to stay alive, much like the dying embers of hope in my heart. I blow out the lamp, shrouding the room in ominous shadows that hide all but expose my deepest torments.
The tears I have locked away for eternity finally break free, flooding the pillow like a river of anguish and despair. My muffled sobs echo through the walls of my soul, a lament of a dying wish that can never be fulfilled—the wish to call my own something that can drown my loneliness and sadness.
The darkness surrounds me as I sit by the window, gazing at the moonless night. My weary eyes search the black sky for a glimmer of light. But there is none.
And none reaches the deepest corners of my soul as I take my last breath, finally freed from the labyrinth of my darkest mind. My life flickers away into the awaiting shadows, like the dying embers of a wish that could never be.
The floor feels cold against my cheek as I lie motionless, indifferent to the icy touch of death seeping into my bones.
The pain in my chest has dulled into a numb throb, slowing and also fading into the background along with my consciousness.
My eyes stare blankly ahead into the shadows, devoid of light and life, much like my worn-out soul.
A lifetime of memories flashes by in disjointed frames, playing on an endless loop. Faces from the past swirl around, their smiles and tears piercing my dying heart with a bittersweet ache.
The deafening silence filling the void around me is punctuated only by the slowing rhythm of my breath and the muffled laments from the depths of my soul mourning the end of a life lived yet not fully lived.
The darkness beckons with its cold promise of peace eternal. My senses shut down one by one as I drift further away from the living world I no longer belong to.
The last sounds I hear are the frantic pounding of footsteps climbing up the stairs and the front door crashing open in urgency. Familiar voices scream my name in alarm, their cries warbling and fading as they rush into my room.
But their anguished sobs do not reach me anymore. I have ventured too deep into the abyss to find my way back.
Strong hands grasp my limp body, shaking me in a futile attempt to hold onto the last vestiges of life ebbing away. Hot tears fall onto my cheeks, mingling with my own dried-up sorrows.
My eyes open one final time to see their distraught faces etched against the backdrop of the shadows I had sought solace in. Their grief reflects my innermost torment, and their pain echoes my deepest sorrows.
I struggle to speak, to let them know I shall no longer dwell in the darkest recesses of my melancholic mind. My silent lips remain frozen in a sad smile, a small measure of relief in the midst of eternal darkness.
My vision blurs and fades around the edges as their anguished cries grow muffled and distant. The frigid stillness envelops my senses, drawing me into its seductive embrace.
I surrender myself to the welcoming arms of eternal peace, leaving behind my darkest sorrows and dying expectations.
The shadows have finally found home in the corners of my weary soul as I take my last breath. My escape is now complete.179Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhicyzppqKJ
