By Icarus
In these halls of shadow,
I sat alone,
My anger roared until it fell silent,
Revealing its true name: Grief.
When she departed, fragments of me dispersed,
Leaving behind a home now lifeless,
As part of me ceased to exist.
Her absence reshaped me,
Incomplete forevermore,
A burden I'm destined to bear.
The tables we shared, now estranged,
No longer know of silver spoons,
Only of knives,
From which I lick scraps,
Seeking a hint of the past.
Long have I stifled these thoughts,
Yet anger morphed into rage seeking ruin,
A pyromaniac yearning to torch the bridges to brighter tomorrows.
Tonight, however, I must bid farewell,
As Grief kneels,
A gun aimed from behind,
Tears of regret streaming down,
For this raging soul mirrors the child I once was,
Now corrupted by sorrow's venom.
Hush now, Dear Grief,
As the thunderclap seals your fate,
May the swift end free your heart,
And in your final dreams,
May you find the home you've yearned for.