In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where shadows cast their gentle shade,
Lies a void that’s undefined,
A silence that will not fade.
Whispers of forgotten dreams,
Drifting through the hollow air,
Like distant, muted streams,
Flowing with a hidden despair.
The heart, an empty vessel now,
Once filled with vibrant hues,
Stands still, not knowing how,
To find the colors it once knew.
Yet in this vast, unending space,
Where echoes softly call,
There lies a quiet grace,
In embracing the emptiness of it all.