In the silence of the night, shadows dance,
Whispering tales of yesteryears’ trance.
Every creak of the floor, every rustle of leaves,
Brings back memories that the heart still grieves.

The walls hold secrets of cries unheard,
Paintings of sorrow without a word.
Each corner hides a fragment of pain,
Where tears fall like relentless rain.

The mirror reflects a haunted gaze,
Eyes that wander through a misty haze.
Searching for solace in the echoes’ song,
In a world where one feels they don’t belong.

Yet hope lingers in the faintest light,
A promise of dawn after the longest night.
Healing comes with the passage of time,
Turning the scars into silent rhyme.