In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where echoes of laughter used to play,
Now resides a hollow, undefined,
A void where dreams seem to stray.
The stars, once bright, now dim and cold,
Their whispers lost in the endless night,
I wander through memories, old,
Seeking warmth in their distant light.
The mirror reflects an empty gaze,
A soul adrift in a sea of gray,
Yearning for a spark to blaze,
To chase the shadows of dismay.
Yet in this emptiness, I find a space,
A canvas for new dreams to unfold,
Hope blooms in this silent embrace,
Renewed strength in stories untold.