In the echo of silence, I wander alone,
Feeling the weight of a heart turned to stone.
The mirror reflects a face unknown,
A soul adrift, from purpose dethroned.

The stars seem distant, their light so faint,
In the vastness of night, I paint
A portrait of dreams that wither and taint,
Whispering hopes that despair constraints.

Footsteps falter on paths unseen,
In the realm of shadows, I glean
Fragments of courage, whispers serene,
Yet the void within remains keen.

Still, through the darkness, I seek a sign,
A spark to ignite this heart of mine.
In the depths of worthlessness, I pine,
For a dawn where light and hope entwine.