Author: Abigail Frost

  • Haiku: Despair

    Disoriented, Lost in the labyrinth mind, Reality fragments. * Chaos unfurls wings, Dark feathers in the tempest, Storm of disarray. * Paradoxical, Life’s riddle without answer, Absurdity’s joke. * Existential haze, Illusions of reality, Mirage of the self. * Hope’s fading ember, A flicker in the darkness, Despair’s silent win. * Nihilistic void, Nothingness, the…

  • Whispers of War

    In the shadowed fields where poppies once bloomed, War’s harrowing tale, a symphony of doom. Beneath a blood-stained sun, whispers of despair, Humanity’s plea lost in the cold, callous air. Amidst the rubble, where laughter once echoed, Silent cries linger, in the ruins swallowed. Bombs fell like tears, tearing the fabric of time, Echoes of…

  • The Silent Screams

    In the twilight of despair, where shadows dance on shattered dreams, A woman, once adorned with love, now cloaked in the ashen screams. Her heart, a battlefield of sorrow, where war’s relentless tide Stole the hues of joy and left only the sepulchral inside. Beneath the moon’s cold gaze, her home became a tomb, A…

  • Wounds in Words

    Whispers in the Shadows Beneath the weeping willows, innocence crumbled, In war’s dark embrace, where hope once humbled. Children’s laughter silenced, like a stolen song, Innocent hearts, where the shadows belong. Through shattered windows, the moon sheds tears, On silent streets haunted by lingering fears. Mothers weep, cradling dreams turned to dust, Innocence lost, an…

  • Silent Cries on Broken Soil

    In the realm of chaos, where shadows dance, War unfolds, a macabre trance. Battles birthed in the crucible of despair, A symphony of destruction fills the air. Crimson rivers flow, staining the earth, As life’s essence mingles with the dirt. Soldiers, like puppets in a malevolent show, Caught in the throes of an unyielding woe.…

  • Threads of Despair

    In the collage of my life, woven with threads of sorrow, I stand upon the ruins, facing a desolate tomorrow. A woman once adorned with love, now draped in grief’s attire, A casualty of war’s cruel dance, consumed by its dire fire. My parents, pillars of my world, taken by the hands of war, Their…