In the quiet of the night, shadows creep,
Echoes of pain in the silence, deep.
Each whisper a reminder, each tear a stain,
In the heart’s dark corners, lies the pain.

Suffering paints the canvas of our days,
With colors of sorrow in endless arrays.
Every moment stretched, every breath a sigh,
Beneath the burden of a grief-laden sky.

The soul’s silent scream, unheard, unseen,
A prisoner to anguish, lost in a dream.
Chains of despair bind tight and fast,
As hope slowly fades, shadows are cast.

Yet in the depths, a flicker of light,
A promise of dawn in the darkest night.
For even in pain, resilience is born,
A testament to strength, though hearts be torn.