In the quiet corridors of the heart,
Where dreams once danced with eager light,
Now shadows linger, torn apart,
By whispers of a long, restless night.

The sky that promised morning gold,
Now looms with clouds of somber gray,
As aspirations once so bold,
Fade softly with the dying day.

Upon the path of broken trust,
Lies fragments of a fragile soul,
Beneath the weight of time’s cruel dust,
Hopes crumble, leaving empty goals.

Yet in the silence, lessons bloom,
From ashes of what might have been,
For even in the darkest gloom,
Resilience finds a way to mend.