Empty Chapel of Endless Despair
Poetry of the unyielding anger of a scathed woman as she breaks down in a place meant for salvation.
In a husk of sacred stone, the chapel stands,
Its silence shattered by a raw, unyielding cry.
She is there, amid broken pews and cold altars,
her voice a jagged shard of sorrow and rage.
Screams tear through the stale air,
each echo a testament to betrayal and pain.
Tears, like burning embers, streak her face,
a quiet, furious plea to set the world aflame.
The walls, witnesses to countless whispered prayers,
now absorb her unadulterated grief,
a despair so deep it devours every corner
of this forsaken, hollow sanctuary.
In that moment, she longs to see the world burn,
to watch it collapse under the weight of what’s been done,
her anger a fierce conflagration that knows no mercy,
a darkness consuming all remnants of light.
There is no hope here, only the relentless ache
of a heart broken beyond repair,
a vow etched
in the empty chapel of endless despair.
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