In the quiet of the night, pain whispers softly,
A ghost of memories, haunting and profound.
It weaves through the silence, leaving scars unseen,
A shadow that lingers, where light cannot be found.

The heart bears the weight of invisible marks,
Echoes of sorrow, etched deep within the soul.
Each breath a reminder of battles fought alone,
In a realm where only the wounded truly know.

Tears fall unnoticed, like rain in the dark,
Each drop a testament to the silent cries.
The world spins on, indifferent to the ache,
As we navigate the labyrinth of unseen ties.

Yet in the depths of this enduring night,
A glimmer of hope begins to softly gleam.
For in the ashes of pain, strength is born,
And from the shadows, we rise to dream.