You hold my heart—you are my life.
ENVY, FEAR, FRAILTY, PAIN
“There are poisons that seep through the soul, silent yet all-consuming. They speak in whispers, but their echoes are deafening.”
Envy, fear, frailty, pain —
The heart beats beneath this shadowed strain.
Venomous words spill ash and fire,
The tongue, a blade, reveals its ire.
Pain tears apart the soul inside,
Subduing the living with each tide.
A single glance of jealous spite,
And the spirit falls to endless night.
A darkened cell enshrouds the brow,
Eclipsing all with solemn vow.
The sunbeam falters, lost, denied,
Where once the pathways opened wide.
Compassion stirs for hearts that bleed,
For souls ensnared by hollow greed.
Through circles they wander, bound and blind,
By burdens of their own design.
LET THEM WEEP WHO SPURNED OUR LOVE
“Let the heavens judge, for justice finds its way through storms and tears alike.”
Let them weep who spurned our love,
Let the heavens rage, the storms above.
Let lightning carve their fleeting lies,
While justice howls through endless skies.
I ride the steed of broken dreams,
Through shadowed plains and moonlit streams.
No chains can bind this heart’s decree,
For pain shall yield to destiny.
You turned and said, “I shall not stay.”
Yet now your tears betray the day.
Why linger in the halls of strife,
And haunt the echoes of my life?
Ashes of hope, embers of disdain,
You scorned my soul, but not in vain.
For from the shards, I rise anew,
Beyond the reach of what I knew.
The winds I loosed now hunt you down,
Their whispers echo, fierce and profound.
Run swift, yet know my heart is whole,
Untamed, unbroken—an eternal soul.
WHAT IS LIFE WITHOUT HONOUR OR FAILINGS?
“I have lost people I loved with all my heart—my mother, my father, my fiancé, and a few close friends. A time of mist and shadows, where loss, love, and the quiet force of endurance shaped me. Strength grows, not in ease, but in the crucible of pain, when the mind and heart ache beyond words. «Так закалялась сталь»—this is what they say about me. For to live without trial is to drift through an endless void; a hollow existence untouched by fire.”
What is life without honour or failings?
A hollow march through fleeting unveilings.
What is honour bereft of strife?
A fragile veil, untouched by life.
No steel is forged in gentle streams,