🔥 This Feeling Of Hopelessness 🔥

The sun is hot, but no light burns, Each bright flame is smothered, as day returns. From dust from ash, the feeling seeps, A world forsaken, why do I weep? The ocean's song I loved to hear, Is gone—no waves to meet the tender ear, The breeze that kissed my waiting skin Has vanished now when night begins. Oh, weary heart, too long you've tried To find the stars where dreams have died. Restless people sigh, their voices low, No love remains, no embers glow. This new word spoken—'Gaslighting, ' told, Its meaning heavy, cruel, and cold. I search for truth, for what is real, But emptiness is all I feel. Please, love me still—I beg the air, But echoes answer from everywhere. What is it like to fade from sight, To walk alone into the night? A man named Langston Hughes was right. The weight of all these broken things, Has clipped the feathers from my wings. What once was full, is empty now, A silent scream, a voiceless howl. If love can't save this aching soul, Then what is left to make it whole? The stars have gone, the sea is dry, And I, too tired, no longer try. I yet be, am beggered poor, artist are, you not as well? Yet when we die were worth much more. It matters not who we once were.