Echoes of Unspoken Turmoil: A Soul's Lament

In days of old, the birds sang songs of joy,
My compassion for creatures, without bounds, employed.
Yet, my heart bears a weight for the human race,
A knot in my throat, a somber, heavy embrace.

I've traced lines on my arm, laid my head on the pillow,
In the realm of anonymity, I've begun to billow.
Months gone by, drowned in unsolvable strife,
In hindsight, I find solace in this complex life.

I once gazed into your eyes, pleading for your return,
In choices futile, my heart's lessons I would discern.
Responsibility weighed upon me, beyond my sway,
I embarked on endeavors, the impossible at play.

In the realm of imagination, my wishes unfurl,
To have you by my side before life's final swirl.
Longed for an ending, serendipitous and bright,
Promised to stand together till the end of our flight.

Yet now, it seems I've wandered into the abyss,
Perhaps, I'm lost, and no light exists to reminisce.
Happiness, a distant image on the wall, I recall,
The sensation of colors, last touching my skin, a distant thrall.

Oh, if only I could convey the turmoil inside my chest,
Perhaps, then, I'd rediscover what it means to rest.
This enigma, this puzzle, my heart's enduring strife,
I never wished to be the antagonist in this life.

I yearned to feel alive, in harmony with a song's grace,
Yet, I find myself adrift, in a desolate space.
I wish you could have heard my melodies, my plea,
To fathom the depths of my soul, to truly see me.

But alas, my words fall short, my essence remains concealed,
In this intricate tapestry of emotions, unrevealed.