In the quiet corners of a weary heart,
Lies the echo of dreams torn apart.
Whispers of sorrow dance in the night,
Where shadows linger, devoid of light.

The rain falls gently, a mournful song,
Each drop a memory of what went wrong.
A river of tears flows without end,
In solitude, where broken paths bend.

The stars above seem distant and cold,
Stories of anguish, silently told.
Hope fades like mist in the morning sun,
Lost in the battles never won.

Yet through the darkness, a flicker remains,
A fragile light amidst the chains.
In every wound, a lesson to learn,
In every heartache, strength to discern.