In the silent echo of an empty room,
Shadows dance in the pale moonlight.
A heart weighed down by unseen gloom,
Fights a battle, hidden from sight.

The days blend into endless gray,
No solace found in the sun’s embrace.
With every breath, hope drifts away,
Leaving behind an empty space.

Whispers of doubt fill the night,
A mind entrapped in a ceaseless fight.
The stars above, so cold and bright,
Offer no warmth, no guiding light.

Yet in the depths of this despair,
A flicker of strength begins to flare.
For even in the darkest night,
The dawn awaits with its gentle light.