In the silent chambers of a fractured heart,
Lies the echo of sorrows, sharp and stark.
Each beat a whisper of unseen wounds,
Each breath a testament to the pain that looms.

Shadows of despair dance in the night,
Masking tears that never reach the light.
The soul weeps in a language of its own,
In the realm where true anguish is known.

Beneath the surface, scars unseen,
Etched by memories sharp and keen.
A silent scream that no one hears,
A river of endless, unspoken fears.

Yet within this torment, a glimmer remains,
A fragile hope amidst the chains.
For from the deepest pain, strength is born,
To rise anew with the dawn of morn.