In the quiet corners of a restless heart,
Whispers of pain weave tales untold,
Silent echoes in shadows apart,
Where dreams and reality softly unfold.

A symphony of tears in the midnight rain,
Dancing with the moon’s gentle embrace,
Each drop a memory, a whisper of pain,
On a canvas of night, they find their place.

In the hush of dawn, a faint glimmer of light,
Promises of healing, a fleeting chase,
Yet shadows linger, holding tight,
In the tapestry of time, they leave their trace.

But hope rises with the morning sun,
A gentle balm for wounds unseen,
In the dance of life, battles are won,
And pain becomes a distant dream.