Don’t live with the unloved

Don’t live with the unloved—it’s like wandering night
Beneath the cold downpour that stiffens your bone.
Your heart remains silent, your soul lacks all light,
As if pressing a cliff in the darkness alone.

Don’t live with the unloved—it’s like drifting astray,
In darkness, no purpose, no path on the ground.
Though hope may still manage to carve out a way,
Only love can keep you from worry profound.

Don’t live with the unloved—it’s like building a bridge
From sand and deceit, leaving all feeling bleak.
You stand on the brink, your patience on edge,
Surrounded by shadows in fog harsh and weak.

Don’t live with the unloved—it’s like tasting despair
From a chalice that poisons all hope from the start.
Give only the warmth that your spirit can share,
Don’t follow the cold that can freeze out your heart.

Don’t live with the unloved—it’s like sowing a field
Where no harvest will grow, no green sprouts appear.
Your heart, like a bird, longs for freedom to yield,
Seeking joy in the boundless that knows no frontier.

Don’t live with the unloved—it’s like living unhearing,
Never sensing the beat of your own tender heart.
The soul slowly dies in the shadows, adhering,
While life slips through fingers like water apart.

Don’t live with the unloved—it’s like speaking in vain,
Where nobody hears any word that you say.
You sit in one room, left alone with your pain,
And feel you’ve been lost to all mem’ry today.

Don’t live with the unloved—it’s like eyes that can’t see,
You stand there unmoving, the world passing by.
You stare into space, missing all that could be,
Hearing nothing but voices of strangers who sigh.

Don’t live with the unloved—it’s like seeking in vain
For a bliss that escapes every footstep you trace.
You listen to silence in emptiness’ reign,
Hiding under misfortune’s crushing embrace.

Don’t live with the unloved—it’s like turning to dust
In a fog-laden wind, drifting aimless and pale.
A shadow that roams, having lost every trust,
You vanish in phantoms where truth seems to fail.

Don’t live with the unloved—it’s like painting in gray,
Without seeing the colors you yearn to unfold.
You breathe in a daze while your senses give way,
And surrender the treasures your spirit once told.

Don’t live with the unloved—it’s like living undone,
Existing, yet never once feeling life’s glow.
You tremble while touching the silence, all numb,
And fade in the twilight where nothing can grow.