In the shadows where silence weeps,
Lies a heart that quietly sleeps.
Echoes of hope, once vibrant and bold,
Now a story of sorrow, silently told.

Beneath the weight of endless night,
Dreams dissolve in the absence of light.
Yearning for solace in the depths below,
Where tears blend with rivers of woe.

A desolate landscape, barren and cold,
Where whispers of despair take hold.
The sun hides behind a shroud of gray,
As time slips silently, fading away.

Yet in the stillness, a fragile grace,
A flicker of hope in this desolate place.
For even in sorrow’s deepest lair,
Resides the strength to rise and repair.