In the silent whispers of the night,
Where dreams once soared with endless flight,
A shadow creeps, a heavy sigh,
As hopes dissolve, and spirits die.

The promises of morning light,
Now dimmed by sorrow’s coldest bite,
A future bright, now cloaked in shade,
As disappointment’s grip invades.

The heart, it aches with silent cries,
Beneath a mask, the pain belies,
For dreams once held within our grasp,
Are now but memories of the past.

Yet even in this darkest hour,
A seed of hope may find its power,
To bloom anew, and rise again,
From ashes of what might have been.