Poetry By Derek Azevedo

In the quiet of a room, I lay my heart bare,   Stripped of illusions, tangled in despair.   Shadows creep closer, whispers of my pain,   In a world that feels heavy, a moment to explain.   Each wound tells a story, a tale of the past,   Of dreams left unspoken, of memories cast.   I reach for the fragments, the pieces of light,   Yet find only echoes that linger in night.   What if the truth is a burden to bear?   What if the love held in silence lays bare?   The longing for comfort, the fear of embrace,   In this struggle for solace, I search for a trace.   With every reflection, I question my worth,   ‘Neath the weight of the world, I feel all I’ve lost.   Yet through the confusion, a spark starts to glow,   A flicker of courage begins to bestow.   To uncover the layers, to open my soul,   To dance with the shadows an...

In the corner of a room, he stood so small,   A boy with heavy burdens, shadows tall.   Eyes once bright, now stormy with the past,   Holding secrets deep, a memory cast.   With every laughter shared, a crack in his soul,   Lost in a maze where innocence took a toll.   His trust, a fragile leaf caught in the wind,   Where warmth turned cold, and the light grew dimmed.   In the mirror’s reflection, he glimpsed his disguise,   A man forged in anger, where pain never lies.   Each fleeting touch, a reminder so stark,   Connections poisoned, leaving only a mark.   He built walls around, a fortress so high,   Deflecting affection, pushing love aside.   What should be tender was tangled in dread,   His heart, a battlefield, a war in his head.   He learned to navigate worlds devoid of grace,   Where intimacy felt like a perilou...

I traced the echoes of a life once lived,   In shadows cast by choices, heavy and unkind,   Each scar a reminder of what I failed to give,   A fading whisper of the soul I left behind.   I wore my pain like a shroud, a solemn crown,   Burdened by the silence of words unspoken,   In the depths of sorrow, where hope feels drowned,   The remnants of my spirit lie cracked and broken.   I wandered through the ruins of love’s bitter fight,   Seeking solace in the darkness that I know,   Yet in the stillness, I long for the light,   A flicker of redemption in this endless woe.   If I could reach beyond the veil of my despair,   To touch the grace of moments that once felt whole,   Would I find forgiveness in the weight of my care?   Or simply unravel the remnants of my soul?   What have I become in this labyrinth of dread?   A...

I traced the echoes of a life once lived,   In shadows cast by choices, heavy and unkind,   Each scar a reminder of what I failed to give,   A fading whisper of the soul I left behind.   I wore my pain like a shroud, a solemn crown,   Burdened by the silence of words unspoken,   In the depths of sorrow, where hope feels drowned,   The remnants of my spirit lie cracked and broken.   I wandered through the ruins of love’s bitter fight,   Seeking solace in the darkness that I know,   Yet in the stillness, I long for the light,   A flicker of redemption in this endless woe.   If I could reach beyond the veil of my despair,   To touch the grace of moments that once felt whole,   Would I find forgiveness in the weight of my care?   Or simply unravel the remnants of my soul?   What have I become in this labyrinth of dread?   A...

When your eyes dim, a softness blankets the day,   A quiet veil of longing lingers in the air,   In the depths of their gaze, the light seems to sway,   Revealing unspoken stories, burdens we both bear.   I see the shadows dance like whispers on your soul,   The traces of heartache woven deep in your glance,   Each fleeting emotion, a fragment of a whole,   A reflection of the moments that life had to chance.   In the silence that falls, I long to touch your heart,   To ease the weight of sorrow, to share in your plight,   For when your spirit dims, I feel we drift apart,   Caught in the currents of an uncertain night.   But in those quiet depths, a flicker still resides,   A glimmer of resilience that time cannot fade,   Though clouds may gather, and the storm often hides,   I hold on to the beauty in the love that we've made.  ...

If one day someone were to look deeply at my soul,   Peering beyond the surface where shadows often play,   They might uncover the fragments that make me whole,   The dreams and the fears that have shaped my way.   Perhaps they’d see the quiet longing of my heart,   The hopes tucked away like secrets in a chest,   Or the echoes of laughter that dance in the dark,   A symphony of moments that seldom find rest.   If one day someone were to grasp my silent cries,   The burdens I carry, the weight of my thoughts,   They’d recognize the beauty in my complex ties,   In the tapestry woven from battles I’ve fought.   They might glimpse the softness beneath my sturdy guise,   The flicker of light in the depths of my pain,   Understanding the struggle, the courage to rise,   Finding strength in the cracks that allow love to reign.   In the...