In the quiet of the night, my heart does weep,
For dreams unfulfilled, secrets I keep.
The pieces scattered, a puzzle undone,
A once-bright star, now shadowed by none.
Each fragment tells a story of pain,
A mosaic of sorrow, etched in the rain.
The mirror reflects a face I donât know,
A broken spirit, with nowhere to go.
The echoes of laughter, now silent and cold,
Memories of joy, in darkness enfold.
The light that once shone, now dimly flickers,
In the depths of despair, the heart’s pulse bickers.
Yet in the cracks, where the light struggles through,
There lies a hope, a chance to renew.
For even in brokenness, beauty can be found,
In the silent strength, that knows no bound.