In the stillness of the night, sorrow whispers low,
Shadows dance upon the walls, a melancholic show.
Tears that fall like silent rain, form rivers on the floor,
Heartbeats echo through the void, yearning for something more.
The moonlight casts a silver sheen on memories long past,
Faces of the ones we lost, reflections that won’t last.
Grief entwines with every breath, a never-ending tale,
Embracing shadows in the dark, where silent voices wail.
The dawn may bring a fleeting hope, a promise of the light,
Yet sorrow’s grip is firm and strong, persistent in its might.
Dreams that shatter with the morn, like glass upon the ground,
Each fragment tells a story lost, in silence so profound.
Yet in the deepest, darkest hours, a flicker may arise,
A spark of strength within the heart, a glimmer in the eyes.
For sorrow, though it wounds the soul, can also pave the way,
To healing, hope, and brighter dawns, beyond the nightâs dismay.