Ashes of my pain (poem) By @edwardstobia
The environment turns in different directions.
The soul complains about a deep emptiness,
there are no more joys, fantasies.
The sun does not shine with the hope of always,
there's anxiety, a thousand pains.
the pain of thirty thorns stuck in his chest.
A world full of traps, discontents.
A will that declines on these dry, deserted mornings.
guilty of loving and not being loved.
Condemned to eternal solitude
Now I can't even see my shadow,
because I started to get consumed
in the ashes of my pain.
I say goodbye, my dear family.
❤I love you all ❤
