In the shadows where whispers weep,
Pain resides in quiet, hidden deep.
A gentle touch of sorrow’s breath,
Echoes softly, a dance with death.
The heart, a canvas of fractured dreams,
Painted with tears in muted streams.
Every sigh a silent plea,
For solace found in eternity.
Wounds unseen, yet felt so clear,
The silent scream no one can hear.
A tapestry of broken grace,
Etched in time, a timeless space.
Yet in this storm, a strength is born,
A light that breaks the darkest morn.
Through pain, the soul learns to rise,
Finding beauty in tear-streaked skies.