In the quiet corners of the soul’s domain,
Where whispers of anguish softly tread,
A heart weeps in silence, bound by unseen chains,
Echoes of sorrow that words have left unsaid.

Through the corridors of shadowed dreams,
Each step a dance with the ghosts of despair,
Time moves slowly as the silence screams,
In the stillness of a night that feels unfair.

Tears fall like rain in the solitude of night,
Washing away the remnants of forgotten smiles,
Yet hope flickers faintly, a distant light,
Guiding the weary through endless miles.

In suffering’s embrace, a strength is born,
From the ashes of pain, a phoenix rise,
For every heart that has been torn,
A new dawn waits, beneath the wounded skies.