In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where shadows softly tread,
Lies a void so vast and undefined,
Where dreams and hopes have fled.

A hollow whisper fills the night,
An echo of what once was whole,
The stars above lose their light,
As emptiness consumes the soul.

Through the labyrinth of the heart,
Winding paths lead to despair,
Each step taken falls apart,
In the endless void, nowhere.

Yet in this space, a seed may grow,
From the depths of dark and still,
A spark of light begins to show,
Filling emptiness with will.