In the vast expanse of solitude’s embrace,
The echoes of the self begin to fade.
A shadowed heart in a forgotten space,
Where dreams once danced, now quietly laid.

The stars that lit the night have dimmed their light,
Their brilliance swallowed by the void within.
A silent scream beneath the cloak of night,
Where hope’s bright flame no longer dares to spin.

The world moves on, a distant, blurred parade,
While empty hands grasp at the fleeting air.
In whispered winds, the soul’s soft song is played,
A mournful tune of longing and despair.

Yet in this hollow, where the echoes cease,
A seed of light awaits the dawn’s first ray.
For even in the emptiness, there’s peace,
A gentle promise of a brighter day.