In the depths of night, where shadows play,
A silent echo of dreams fading away,
Loneliness wraps its cold, gentle arms,
Whispering secrets with quiet charms.

The moonlight dances on tear-stained cheeks,
In solitude’s realm, the heart softly speaks,
Words unsaid, in the silence they bloom,
Filling the corners of an empty room.

Depression weaves its intricate thread,
In the tapestry of thoughts left unsaid,
A silent storm beneath the calm,
Seeking solace in a tender psalm.

Yet in the darkness, a flicker of light,
A gentle reminder in the endless night,
Hope’s quiet whisper, a soothing balm,
In solitude’s embrace, the heart finds calm.