In the hollow chambers of the soul,
Where whispers of sorrow softly tread,
Pain weaves its intricate tapestry,
In shadows where the heart has bled.

The echoes linger in the night,
Like ghosts that dance on moonlit floors,
Each tear a story left untold,
As silence guards the hidden doors.

Beneath the weight of untamed grief,
The spirit bends but does not break,
For in the whispers of the dark,
Resides a strength we dare not shake.

Yet through the cracks, a light does seep,
A promise of dawn’s gentle hand,
To heal the wounds time could not mend,
And guide us to a brighter land.