u/Malyxi

Beneath the searing sun, beneath Heaven’s distant glow,

there wanders a fallen race; fractured, restless people.

Hands full of dust and hunger,

hearts aching for a name.

They build monuments against silence,

speak loudly to drown the dark,

yet in the stillness between breaths

the same question rises:

Why are we here?

Some search in kingdoms,

some in lovers’ arms,

some in gold, in war, in wisdom, in escape;

yet the soul remains a lantern

reaching for a forgotten fire.

And still

through ruin, through grief, through all our wandering

There persists a stubborn light:

The quiet belief

That meaning must exist somewhere beyond the ache,

Because the heart would not thirst for eternity,

if eternity did not answer back.

Holding onto to hope, caressed by the wind, as time escapes

us, we continue to strive. Searching for a deeper meaning, a

light that cannot be hid.

Turned away by judgement from the people who profess to

know the answers;

yet, their lives prove otherwise.

For love does not abide in harsh words, or judgement

pronounced through hazy eyes.

But in the overflowing river;

Needing no spectacle to prove its course.

Broken, and in pieces

tatters set on display,

as though ruin were a language

the world has learned to read.

Pain does not announce itself

it reflects

through every fibre, through every form,

through what remains when meaning disappears

A lost cause implies intention

yet what is lost

but something once believed to be whole?

And what is broken

but a structure that could not contain its truth?

This life - called broken

may only be

a pattern seen too closely,

threads mistaken for their end.

For sanity does not shatter;

it loosens

at the seams of certainty,

where thought begins to fold in on itself.

And there,

in the quiet unravelling,

something unmeasured persists

not intact,

but not entirely gone.

A fraction of before.

There is a storm behind her eyes,

A fire burning far too bright;

Like lightning striking through the skies,

The secrets that her dark eyes hide.

Her smile; a mask for a thousand words,

Yet, something fractured haunts her mind;

A hidden note of mysteries,

And all the things she left unsaid.

The product of a twisted game,

Where demons woke and stalked the night;

They reached for her, they called her name,

And left her with a fractured name.

A glimpse sends daggers through her stare,

She vanishes like thinning air;

A phantom in the midnight light

The heavy silence that she broke

A jagged mess of scattered glass,

Like stars shattered in the night;

She watches every shadow pass,

And knows the truth she must attain.

Until the final pulse of breath,

She walks the edge of the abyss;

For life is but a dance with death,

A fleeting ache, a fragile bliss.

To promises she could not keep,

To every scar she did not reap,

A fading breath, a silence deep;

A single note within her soul.