In the silence of the night, pain whispers low,
Through shadows dark, its echoes grow.
A silent scream, a tear unseen,
In the heart, it plants a memory keen.

Each breath a reminder of the ache inside,
A battle fought where no one can hide.
The weight of sorrow, heavy and deep,
In the corners of the soul, it does creep.

Through the rain, the pain persists,
In the solitude, it quietly exists.
A shadow that dances in the moon’s glow,
A relentless tide that ebbs and flows.

Yet in the dawn, a sliver of light,
A hope that pain will take flight.
For in the heart’s resilience, strength is found,
And the echoes of pain are slowly drowned.