In the quiet corners of a restless heart,
Pain dances softly, a shadowed art.
Whispering secrets in the silence of night,
It weaves a tapestry of hidden fright.
Through the corridors of a weary mind,
Suffering walks, with dreams entwined.
Each step a reminder of whatâs been lost,
A journey through echoes of tempest tossed.
The eyes reflect a storm’s embrace,
Yet find beauty in the scars they trace.
In every tear, a story untold,
Of battles fought, of spirits bold.
As dawn breaks upon the horizon’s edge,
Hope rises gently, a silent pledge.
Through pain and suffering, new strength we find,
A testament to the resilience of the mind.