Embers of a Burning Soul

Daylight breaks, but the sun feels wrong,

A hollow tune, a tattered song.

I watch the hues fade to gray,

All hope dissolves and slips away.

Each step I take feels heavier still, 

A stride that caves beneath my will.

The world still turns, yet here I stand, 

Burned by flames of my mind’s cruel plan.

I search for meaning in the sky, 

But all that’s found is a muted cry.

The stars have dulled, their shine erased, 

Like fleeting dreams I can't replace.

I trace the scars across my chest, 

Evidence of battles l've never confessed.

The world still turns, yet here I stand, 

Burned by flames of depression’s command. 

There's silence now where laughter lived,

A quiet thief, a callous gift.

Each tear falls slow, a bitter rain, 

A mournful hymn of endless pain.

I reach for something to grasp, to feel, 

But nothing answers, nothing is real. 

The world still turns, but here I stand, 

Burned by flames of life's heinous demand. 

Perhaps one day, I'll find the spark, 

To reignite this aching heart.

But for now, I wait, a burnt out flame, 

Trying to survive this relentless game.

The world spins on, indifferent and grand, 

And here I remain, burned where I stand.