In the garden of my silent dreams,
Where whispers of hope once bloomed,
Now lies a shadow, dim and pale,
A testament to promises unfulfilled.

The stars that once guided my way,
Now hide behind clouds of despair,
Their light, a distant memory,
Fading with every breath I take.

Words once spoken with fervent belief,
Now echo in hollow chambers,
Their essence lost in the echoes of time,
Leaving only the taste of ash.

Yet in this barren landscape of sorrow,
A seed of resilience quietly stirs,
Waiting for the sun to rise again,
To breathe life into broken dreams.