In the quiet of the night, a heavy sigh,
Shadows dance where light dares not tread,
Whispers echo, lost in the vast sky,
A silent plea from a heart that bled.

Eyes trace patterns on a ceiling bare,
Searching for solace in the empty air,
A gentle tear falls, unnoticed, alone,
Seeking warmth in a world of stone.

The weight of whispers grows each day,
In dreams where colors slowly fade,
Yet hope hides in a corner’s embrace,
Waiting for dawn to bring its grace.

In the stillness, a fragile light appears,
A tender glow to banish fears,
And though the shadows may return,
The heart learns to gently yearn.