Shadows of Desires Poems

In a quiet room,

In a quiet room, shadows stretch,

Silence thick as smoke,

only whispers of fear linger,

wrapped in a blanket of night.

She was once a spark,

a laugh carried on wind,

now silence dims her light,

snatched by men whose hearts run colder than steel.

The chair creaks as she shifts,

chains clink like broken dreams,

each sound a reminder

of the life she left behind.

Outside, the world moves beautiful,

sunrise kisses rooftops,

life dances on the street—

while she waits in darkness,

time slipping through her fingers like sand.

Faces loom in the half-light,

a mask of indifference wrapped tight,

vows made in whispers,

loyalty traded for blood.

They spin tales of power,

of loyalty twisted through greed,

she hears the laughter, sharp and brittle,

echoing in the corners of her cell.

But in her chest, hope beats fierce,

a spark hidden under the weight of fear,

for every night is a page turned,

and every dawn brings a chance.

Her mind flares with memories,

the way sunlight filtered through trees,

how colors rolled across the sky,

the way laughter dipped and soared,

like birds let loose from cages.

Stories fold into strength,

dreams swirl in the corners of her heart,

each breath a battle, each second, a choice,

beneath the blind rage of the mafia’s grip.

She may be trapped, but her spirit ignites,

crushes the walls of despair,

with each moment she sees

the grain of wood beneath her fingertips,

the cold air brushing against her skin,

reminding her she is alive,

and so very far from giving in.

She plots how to shatter chains,

ink stains smeared in the darkness,

with her heart as a compass,

leading her toward freedom,

where fences fall away,

gates swing open to skies vast and blue.

In the dead of night, she listens,

to the secrets rustling like leaves,

revealing paths unseen to light,

the faintest whisper of escape,

a dream echoing just outside her reach.

For every captive songbird

yearns for dawn's embrace,

and she—

though hands may hold her,

cannot be kept in shadows,

born to sing, destined to fly free.