In the quiet corners of a restless mind,
Where shadows dance in muted despair,
Lies the echo of words left unspoken,
And dreams that fade into the night air.

The heart, a fragile vessel of longing,
Carries scars of battles fought alone,
Each beat a reminder of yesterday’s pain,
A silent symphony of sorrow’s tone.

Beneath the stars, where secrets are kept,
Tears fall like rain in the solitude,
Yet in their descent, they find no solace,
Only the whisper of a heart subdued.

In the stillness, where hope dares not tread,
Resides a strength born from quiet endurance,
For even in hurt, the soul seeks light,
A testament to the heart’s resilience.