In the quiet corners of the night, where shadows softly weep,
Lies the silent echoes of suffering, in the heart’s deep keep.
A whisper of pain, so softly spoken, yet heard so clear,
It resonates through the soul, bringing forth every tear.

The days are long and weary, under the weight of unseen sorrow,
Each moment a battle, hoping for a brighter tomorrow.
The heart aches in silence, the mind a stormy sea,
Searching for peace, in the midst of agony.

The world moves on, oblivious to the cries within,
A facade of strength, hiding the turmoil and din.
Yet in the darkest hours, when all hope seems to fade,
There’s a glimmer of light, in the promises once made.

For in every tear shed, there’s a story to be told,
Of resilience and strength, of hearts brave and bold.
Suffering, though silent, brings forth a light so bright,
A testament to the spirit, that never gives up the fight.