In the dawn of my hopes, I rise with the sun,
Only to find the day cloaked in gray,
Whispers of dreams once bright and bold,
Now lost in the mist of yesterday.

Promises woven in the fabric of time,
Unraveling threads leave me forlorn,
Each stitch a hope, each tear a sigh,
As I watch my aspirations torn.

The stars once mapped a path so clear,
Guiding my steps with celestial light,
Now flicker dim in the night sky,
Quenched by the weight of endless plight.

Yet in the shadows, a faint glow remains,
A spark of resilience, a whisper of might,
For though disappointment shades my heart,
I seek the dawn after the night.