Yearning for a promised throne.
Yet who finds true solace here,
In this cavern of fear?
Thorns pierce, storms rage,
Endless battles we wage.
Why persist in the fray,
As candles dim away?
Waiting for dawn's embrace,
In this dark, uncertain space.
Who will ignite the light,
Amidst the endless night?
None truly safe in this abyss,
Where waves pull with relentless hiss.
Empty as a hollow shell,
Vanity's grip, where many dwell.
Life's gravity once held sway,
Now devoured by futility's fray.
In this cavern, echoes resound,
As souls in vain, search around.
Imran Nazeer
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