In the shadows of a weary heart,
Lingers the pain that words can’t chart.
Silent screams in the dead of night,
Reflecting battles, hidden from sight.

Eyes that shine with unseen tears,
Haunted by the weight of countless fears.
Each breath a struggle, each step a test,
In this relentless quest for rest.

The world spins on, indifferent and cold,
To stories of suffering, often untold.
Yet in the quiet, a strength is born,
From the ashes of spirits, battered and worn.

May solace find those in despair,
And light return to hearts laid bare.
For in the darkness, hope still gleams,
A beacon in the realm of dreams.