Shadows of Desires Poems

Shadowed alley

In the shadowed alley where whispers cling,

She stands, a girl wrapped in a veil of silence,

A fragile flower pressed in a book of violence,

The weight of her world heavy on young shoulders.

They say love is sweet, but this?

This is bitter, thick like the smoke,

Rising from torches held high by men

In dark suits, faces like stones, cold and grim.

Married not for laughter, but for power,

A contract inked in blood and fear,

Promises made in the language of fists,

Her dreams swallowed by the roar of engines.

Her eyes, once bright as the summer sky,

Now clouded like the moon behind rain,

Searching for a spark of hope in the night,

But the stars are muffled, longing for escape.

Dressed in white, she feels like a ghost,

An echo of the girl she was,

Bound to a fate carved out by others,

A life wrapped tight in chains that shine.

Love? She learns to wear it like a mask,

A smile painted on her lips,

While despair curls in the corners of her heart,

Like shadows that creep at the fall of dusk.

At night, she dreams of a different world,

Where laughter fills the air,

Where she can run through fields,

With the wind in her hair and no fear in her chest.

Yet dawn creeps in like a thief,

Knocking, reminding her of her cage,

The roar of engines, the weight of shadows,

An unyielding chain, a love with a price.

But even in this darkened life,

A flicker, a whisper, a thought,

That somewhere out there, she is free,

A girl who dances with the sun.

With every breath, she holds a story,

Of strength woven deep in her veins,

Of hope that sings softly in her soul,

As she dreams of one day breaking free,

Not just from the darkness that binds her,

But from a fate that isn’t hers to claim,

For in every heart, there lies a flame,

And oh, how bright it yearns to blaze.