A soul enamored of solitude,
A heart abhorring alienation,
A mind scarred by agony to equilibrate,
Drowned in emotions torn to shreds,
In soul absent of hope,
In heart drowning with optimism,
there is a struggle,
between burning gentleness
and melting sadness.
Tell me of waves of broken thoughts,
destroying and preserving itself within the same walls.
A soul muddled by hollow grief,
gathered dust of withered belonging.
Staring endlessly at the rising ghost,
a ghost of desolate space.
A soundless tremble that surrounds me forever,
filled with solitary air.
Or a persistent agony?