In the quiet of the night, where shadows dance,
Pain whispers softly, a haunting trance.
It weaves through dreams, a silent scream,
A ghostly figure in a sorrowful theme.

The heart, a vessel of unspoken grief,
Beats slowly, seeking a fragile relief.
Each pulse a reminder of wounds unseen,
Etched deep within, where anguish has been.

Tears fall like rain on a barren field,
Nourishing the emptiness, wounds unhealed.
The soul, a wanderer in a stormy sea,
Yearns for solace, for a chance to be free.

Yet in the darkness, a flicker of light,
A glimmer of hope in the endless night.
For pain, though fierce, will eventually fade,
Leaving behind the strength we’ve made.