In the shadowed corners of a weary heart,
Whispers of sorrow softly start.
They tell tales of nights without end,
Where dreams and reality never blend.

Beneath the weight of endless despair,
A soul cries out, gasping for air.
Each breath a struggle, each step a fight,
In the dark, there’s no glimpse of light.

The silent echoes of suffering’s call,
Reverberate through the soul’s hall.
Every tear, a story untold,
Every scar, a memory bold.

Yet within the depths of this pain,
Lies a strength that will remain.
For even in the darkest night,
Hope flickers, ever so slight.