In the shadows of the night, where whispers fade away,
A soul sits quietly, mourning the light of day.
Echoes of laughter, now distant and cold,
Stories of yesterday, in silence retold.

The stars above, they glimmer with distant grace,
Reflecting the tears on a weathered face.
Every heartbeat, a reminder of the pain,
Every breath taken, a sigh in vain.

Dreams once vivid, now shattered and torn,
In the garden of despair, hope is forlorn.
Searching for solace in the darkened night,
Finding only shadows, a soul’s endless fight.

The dawn may come, but the heart remains bruised,
In the melody of sorrow, forever bemused.
A life painted in hues of gray,
Wandering through the mist, lost along the way.