In the shadows where no light dares to tread,
Lies the echo of a cry, unheard and unsaid.
Beneath the surface, where the bruises bloom,
Is a heart that beats, but feels only gloom.

The hands that strike, the words that wound,
Leave scars unseen, in silence cocooned.
The world moves on, oblivious to the pain,
While the spirit fights, to break free from the chain.

In the quiet of the night, the tears freely fall,
Each drop a testament to the violence’s call.
Dreams once bright, now shadowed in fear,
With each passing day, the darkness draws near.

Yet within the depths, a spark still remains,
A hope that one day, freedom will reign.
For even in the darkest, most violent night,
The dawn will break, bringing light.