In the shadows of words unspoken,
John Elia wanders with a heavy soul,
Seeking solace in the night’s embrace,
Where silence echoes, and whispers toll.
His verses, a labyrinth of despair,
Each line a testament to love’s decay,
With every stanza, a heart laid bare,
A poet lost in twilight’s gray.
Dreams shattered like fragile glass,
Yet hope flickers in his weary gaze,
Through the corridors of time he’ll pass,
Leaving footprints in life’s endless maze.
A soul entwined with sorrow’s thread,
John Elia, in words, forever speaks,
In the depths of longing, he is led,
A timeless echo that the heart seeks.