In the shadows where love should bloom,
Lies a garden left to decay,
The echoes of laughter long forgotten,
In the silence of a mother’s dismay.

A touch once gentle turns to stone,
Eyes cold, void of embrace,
Promises shattered like brittle glass,
In the heart’s desolate space.

Dreams suffocate in unyielding night,
Where hope once dared to tread,
A child’s longing for warmth and light,
In a room where love lies dead.

Yet in the cracks of a withered soul,
Sprouts the strength to rise,
For even in the darkest tales,
A new dawn graces the skies.