In the quiet of the night, where whispers softly tread,
Lies a heart, once vibrant, now cloaked in shades of dread.
Tears fall like rain, each drop a silent plea,
For solace in the dark, where none can see.

The weight of sorrow, a burden hard to bear,
Woven into dreams, a tapestry of despair.
Each sigh, a testament to the pain within,
A soul seeking light, where shadows have been.

Memories linger, like ghosts that refuse to part,
Echoes of laughter now pierce the fragile heart.
The past, a haunting, a relentless tide,
Dragging the spirit to where sorrows reside.

Yet in the stillness, hope whispers soft and low,
Amidst the tears, a glimmering ember’s glow.
For in the darkest night, stars still find their place,
And in a broken heart, strength finds its grace.