Beneath the silent moon’s soft glow,
Lies a heart weighed down by woe,
In shadows deep, where dreams don’t go,
A silent tear begins to flow.
The night is long, the pain is vast,
In memories of the haunting past,
Each breath feels like it could be the last,
As sorrow’s grip holds firm and fast.
The echoes of a love now lost,
Whisper through the winter frost,
Reminding of the heavy cost,
Of what was found and then was tossed.
Yet in this darkness, hope is faint,
A fragile light, a soft complaint,
That maybe one day, free of restraint,
This heart might heal, no longer taint.