In the depths where whispers dwell,
A shadowed heart knows no reprieve,
Silent echoes, a mournful knell,
In the dark, I cease to believe.
A shroud of night that never fades,
Veils of sorrow, thick and cold,
In the silence, despair parades,
Stories of anguish left untold.
The light retreats, a fleeting dream,
Hope submerged in an endless sea,
The mind a captive, bound in seam,
Yearning for a distant plea.
Yet in the quiet, a seed may grow,
A fragile spark in the vast unknown,
Through the cracks, light dares to show,
Healing whispers softly sown.