In the quiet corners of a home once bright,
Lie shadows that whisper in the dead of night.
Walls that once echoed with laughter and glee,
Now tremble with secrets too dark to see.

Behind closed doors, where no eyes can peek,
Love turns to fear, and voices grow weak.
A gentle touch now a forceful grip,
Words of love now a venomous whip.

Dreams that danced in the eyes so clear,
Shatter like glass when the monster is near.
Promises broken, trust betrayed,
In a house where love should have stayed.

Yet hope clings to the edges of despair,
A whisper in the wind, a silent prayer.
For every tear shed, a strength is found,
To break the chains, to stand unbound.