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Death of Me

 


I remember the time I felt love all around,
A warmth in my heart, a joy unbound.
In those sacred moments, I danced with grace,
Closer to God, in a divine embrace.

But then came the shadows, creeping like night,
Swallowing laughter, extinguishing light.
The world I once cherished turned bitter and cold,
Where dreams turned to ashes, and hope felt sold.

Unbearable pain became my only friend,
A relentless darkness, with no means to mend.
I wandered through valleys of sorrow and fear,
Where silence was loud, and no one could hear.

Each breath felt like shackles, each heartbeat a toll,
The death of my spirit, the loss of my soul.
Once vibrant and lively, now hollowed and gray,
In the depths of despair, I slowly decay.

Yet within this abyss, a flicker remains,
A whisper of love that breaks through the chains.
For though I am broken, I still hold the key,
To rise from the ashes and reclaim the “me.”


~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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