In the quiet shadows where dreams fall,
A whisper of what could have been lingers.
The soft rustle of hopes once tall,
Now silent echoes, fading singers.

Promises woven with threads of gold,
Unraveled with time’s gentle hand.
Stories of courage, untold,
Left in the dust of forgotten lands.

The heart, a vessel of yearning lost,
Navigates the stormy seas of regret.
Anchored by the weight of the cost,
In the harbor of dreams never met.

Yet within the shadows, a flicker remains,
A fragile light that dares to rise.
Through the fog of disappointment’s chains,
Hope whispers beneath the somber skies.