In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with fragile light,
Lies a heart, once bold and bright,
Now echoes of a distant fight.

Cracks run deep within the core,
Memories linger, forevermore,
The pieces scattered on the floor,
Yearning for what was before.

A smile painted to hide the pain,
Raindrops fall like tears in vain,
Yet beneath the mask, the strain
Of a spirit bound by invisible chain.

Hope flickers like a dying flame,
In the silent cry, a whispered name,
But from the ashes, strength reclaim,
And rise above the broken frame.