In the shadowed depths of night,
Where whispers of anguish take flight,
A heart torn by unspoken pain,
Struggles to find solace in the rain.
Eyes that once sparkled with delight,
Now dimmed by the weight of endless plight,
Each tear a testament of sorrow,
Hoping for a brighter morrow.
The soul, a battlefield of despair,
Wounded by life’s cruel snare,
Yearns for a touch of gentle grace,
Amidst the torment it must face.
Yet in the darkest of these hours,
Strength blooms like hidden flowers,
For even in the depths of suffering,
Hope whispers, ever lingering.