Light in the threshold

When the sun rises I feel the death has been reached. Sometimes the world beyond the light give me hope but the lost horizon of feelings drage me to the dark trench of life.

The pain I had realized me the dystopian tranquilizers. I wait for someone to give me hand, but just find the monster’s indiscoverable hands.

I meet with the thousands of the monster but feel so useless when I can’t take one of the monsters’ hand.

I try to look for the cringe faces but the monster life I had found in the dark threshold meaning to the light. When the sun sets I find the monster inside the dark valley of drowned feelings.

This is a dark, poetic reflection on internal pain, loneliness, and the emotional battle between light and darkness. The imagery of monsters, sunrises, and trenches evokes a dystopian, almost surreal mental landscape where the narrator is searching for hope and connection but instead finds despair and isolation. The writing is expressive and metaphorical, leaning into gothic and emotional themes

This describes feeling lifeless even as the sun rises, symbolizing a loss of hope. Though light sometimes inspires fleeting hope, emotional wounds pull them back into darkness. They long for connection, but only encounter elusive "monsters"—symbols of fear, trauma, or perhaps people who fail to understand them. Despite meeting many, they feel helpless and unable to connect. The search for comfort leads only to more shadows, revealing the pain hidden beneath the surface, especially when the light fades.