Novel & Cerita Sorrowful Poetry

I cried out loud while still at the ground, he try to go near me but I pushed him away. "I was too dumb to build you again to complete you again, I tried so hard everyday just to make sure that you will that I loved you that you are being loved, but there you are..... There you are..... You ruined me when I was the one who made you complete." I hold my chest while still sobbing so hard, all I heard in this room ks my loud cry and my painful sobbing.

Nor do the heedless in the throng, One thought beyond the morrow give, They court the feast, the dance, the song, Nor think how short their time to live. The heart that bears deep sorrow’s trace, What earthly comfort can console, It drags a dull and lengthened pace, ‘Till friendly death its woes enroll. The sunken cheek, the humid eyes, E’en better than the tongue can tell; In whose sad breast deep sorrow lies, Where memory’s rankling traces dwell.The rising tear, the stifled sigh, A mind but ill at ease display, Like blackening clouds in a stormy sky, Where fiercely vivid play. Thus when souls’ energy is dead, When sorrow dims each earthly view, When every fairy, hope is fled, We bid the un

I whispered, my voice shaking, "d-destiny can be cruel and unpredictable. Your mother was taken away from us too soon, leaving behind an emptiness that nothing else can fill. But she lives on in our memories and the love we carry for her." Tears welled up in Athro's eyes, cascading down his cheeks and falling like raindrops, encapsulating the grief he had yet to fully comprehend. In that moment, I realized the weight of my words, the heaviness in my heart, and the burden I had placed upon his tender shoulders.

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti

Tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the anguish etched upon his features, as he grappled with the unbearable weight of loss. It was a pain that consumed him whole, gnawing at his heart with relentless torment, leaving him adrift in a sea of sorrow. In that moment, he felt as if the very fabric of his being had been torn, leaving behind only the hollow ache of a love now forever beyond his reach.

I muttered, the words heavy with sorrow and resignation, my gaze sweeping over the bloodstains that marred my clothes, a stark reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded before my eyes. "Sir, you need to take it easy, you need to take heart," the doctor's voice reached me through the fog of grief, his words a distant echo in the storm of emotions raging within me. I knew his intentions were kind, but loss bore down on me like an anchor, dragging me into the depths of despair. "It's easier said than done," I murmured to myself, the words heavy with the burden of sorrow that threatened to crush me under its weight. I found myself sinking to the floor, my back against the cold wall, a solitary f

I continued to lean by his side, witnessing his pain, unable to bear his sorrow alone. The room seemed to grow heavy with the weight of our grief, the air thick with the remnants of unspoken words. David's anguish was palpable, his sorrow etched deep within his being. I wrapped my arms around him in a comforting embrace. His body convulsed with each sob, his pain reverberating through me. "I know, David," I whispered, my voice filled with empathy. "I understand how much you loved her, how much she meant to you. We all loved her, and we will miss her deeply."

Each note hit me hard, raw and exposed, as if her grief had taken form and climbed into the room with me. You were my home, my safest place, she sang, her voice cracking under the weight of sorrow. I gave you my soul without defense. Her voice wasn’t just music, it was bone-deep sorrow wrapped in melody. The kind that surrounded my heart and didn’t let go. I wrapped your pain in words I bled, she sang, but you just turned your eyes away. I closed my eyes. The lyrics carved through me, soft and merciless. You cared for me, just not enough to stay.

With every step, her tears fall like a torrent, soaking my shirt and piercing my soul. I want to break something. The weight of her grief is suffocating, a burden that threatens to crush us both. I lead her away from the unspeakable horrors, my footsteps heavy with the sorrow of how shattered I feel. I was too late. I was fucking too late! _*

With each passing moment, the weight of his grief grows heavier, threatening to pull him under the turbulent waves of sorrow. And so, drenched in the rain, his gaze fixed on the gravestone that bears her name, Kalix allows himself to be consumed by the memories of Audrey – a love that once burned bright, now reduced to mere embers in the stormy night. The tears that fall from his eyes are a testament to the depth of his sorrow, a silent tribute to a love that will forever remain etched in his heart.