In the quiet chambers of a restless heart,
Where shadows dance in whispered tones,
Pain weaves its threads, a silent art,
Binding dreams in aching stones.

A gentle breeze carries the weight,
Of tears unshed, of words unspoken,
In the stillness, echoes resonate,
Of promises made, now broken.

The night embraces the weary soul,
Cradling sorrow in its tender arms,
Yet in the darkness, there’s a toll,
A battle fought with unseen harms.

But through the cracks where light may seep,
Hope flickers, a fragile flame,
In the depths where shadows sleep,
Awaits the dawn to end the pain.