In the quiet of the night, my heart feels heavy,
Dreams once vivid are now but a shade,
The stars above seem to mock my despair,
As hope within me continues to fade.

Each step I take feels like an endless journey,
Through a desert where no oasis lies,
The mirage of joy is but a cruel illusion,
Beneath the relentless, unforgiving skies.

I reach for hands that are no longer there,
Their warmth, a distant memory,
Lost in the labyrinth of my own sorrow,
Seeking solace in a world that’s empty.

Yet, somewhere deep within this darkness,
A flicker of light struggles to survive,
Though hope may seem an elusive whisper,
Perhaps one day, in the light, I’ll thrive.