The Rhythm Dies

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In that unhopeful state, we feel no rhythm at all,
A hollow dawn;your voice no longer here.
It ended in a moment none could hold,
A shattered breath, an unforeseen goodbye from everything.
***
The world broke open on that fatal turn,
A scream of fate;time and thoughts split into ash.
One second whole, the next forever gone-
And I was left behind to count the void in the dark.
***
Shattered from life, I stood between two worlds,
And saw the virgin face of death before me.
Its quiet gaze held neither rage nor mercy,
Just endless stillness calling me to fall.
***
Each breath I take feels borrowed, never mine,
As if I crossed that line and lost my way.
I search for you in corners of the day and dark,
But silence answers every whispered hope.
***
Even tears refuse to fall for you now,
The sky within is heavy, sealed, and still.
Your absence echoes louder than all sound,
Through empty rooms that once had warmth and light.
***
The nights grow long, unending in their weight,
Where memories bloom only to break me.
I stand outside the world that still moves on,
A ghost untouched by laughter, time, or sun.
***
Yet somewhere deep, beneath this shattered calm,
A fragile thread of healing dares to breathe.
Not whole, not free, still lost within the dark-
But learning pain can soften, slowly, still.
***
And if there comes a day I rise again,
I’ll build from ash what life I can restore.
Some days it holds, some days it falls apart-
Yet still I try… though I am never sure.
because Fate and life are an unmatched couple.

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