Eremitism

This life you hold, with sore arms, you carry

A bucket of tears, with a heart too heavy.

It's a comedy of errors, a laugh at your past,

It's a wish you plead for– to escape life fast.

Each tear that you shed, leaves you high and dry,

Whispers of longing, a soft, silent cry.

In the depths of your soul, where the darkness resides,

You fade away, to the haunted place you hide.

Each heartbeat is a reminder of paths left untrod,

A conversation with yourself, where your mind is a fraud.

You wander through whispers, where the light seems to fade,

A ghost of your laughter in the choices you've made.