A Quiet Surrender

In shadows deep, where sorrows creep,

A heart lies torn, too tired to weep.

The world a haze, a muted hue,

Each step a weight, each breath askew.

Hope, once a flame, now flickers low,

Buried beneath an endless woe

Dreams, like whispers, drift away,

Leaving an empty soul at bay.

The mirror mocks with vacant eyes,

Reflecting truths and shattered lies.

Courage fails, the will grows thin,

A battle lost before it begins.

Wishing for silence, an eternal rest,

A place where pain no longer nests.

Yet fear holds fast, a fragile chain,

Binding life to its ceaseless pain.

No notes are written, no cries for aid,

Just a longing for the night’s cascade.

To vanish softly, unseen, unheard,

A fleeting shadow, a final word.

But still the dawn, unyielding, breaks,

A cruel reminder of past mistakes

And so he drifts, half-dead, half-alive,

A fragile ghost, too weak to strive.

- Ritwik Raj Singh