In the shadows where whispers reside,
A weary soul drifts on tides of despair,
Seeking solace in the silent night,
Where stars refuse to share their light.

The echoes of forgotten dreams linger,
Fading like mist in the morning sun,
A heart heavy with untold burdens,
Yearning for a dawn that never comes.

Lost in the labyrinth of restless thoughts,
Wandering paths of sorrow and regret,
The world spins on, indifferent to tears,
A universe deaf to silent screams.

Yet in the stillness, hope flickers faint,
A fragile flame in the depths of gloom,
Promising that even the darkest night,
Will one day yield to the morning’s bloom.