In the quiet corners of a weary heart,
Pain weaves its tale with threads unseen,
A silent melody of echoes vast,
Where suffering dances in endless refrain.

Through the corridors of forgotten dreams,
Whispers of past sorrows softly tread,
Each step a ghostly reminder of wounds,
That time and tears have yet to mend.

Beneath the mask of a painted smile,
Lies a storm of unshed tears and cries,
A silent scream that no one hears,
Yet in the depths, it fiercely thrives.

The dawn may break with hopeful light,
Yet shadows linger, haunting the soul,
In the dance of pain and healing’s grace,
A journey where broken hearts become whole.