In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where shadows of solitude softly creep,
I wander through the memories I find,
And in their depths, I silently weep.

The night whispers tales of long-lost dreams,
A symphony of sorrow, cold and deep,
As loneliness unravels at the seams,
I find no solace, no peaceful sleep.

My heart, a vessel for the blackened night,
Bears the weight of unspoken despair,
In the stillness, I lose the will to fight,
As emptiness fills the stagnant air.

Yet, in the darkness, a flicker remains,
A fragile hope that dawn may soon break,
For even in the depths of sorrow’s chains,
A glimmer of light, my spirit may wake.