In the shadow of the midnight sun,
Where whispers of pain quietly run,
Lies a heart, silently torn,
In the echoes of a world forlorn.

The silent tears fall like rain,
In a symphony of lingering pain,
Each drop a story, untold, unheard,
In the cacophony of a broken word.

Through the corridors of a weary mind,
The scars of the past intertwined,
Yet hope flickers, like a distant flame,
In the embrace of dreams untamed.

For in the depths of hurt and sorrow,
Lies the promise of a brighter tomorrow,
As the heart learns to mend and grow,
In the gentle dance of the moon’s soft glow.