Beneath the weight of endless night,
A heart drifts through the empty haze,
Searching for whispers of lost light,
In corridors of forgotten days.
Each breath a struggle, silent plea,
As echoes of despair resound,
In dreams where solace used to be,
Now only shadows on the ground.
The sun retreats, a fading glow,
Leaving behind a hollowed sky,
Where hopes once danced in vibrant flow,
Now whispers on the winds that sigh.
Yet through the gloom, a spark may rise,
A flicker in the endless grey,
A promise hidden in disguise,
That dawn may come to light the way.