In the quiet shadows where whispers dwell,
Words like daggers, invisible and cold,
A storm brews silently, a tale to tell,
Of hearts ensnared in a relentless hold.

Eyes that once sparkled with vibrant light,
Now dimmed by the weight of unspoken pain,
In the facade of love, a hidden fight,
Where gentle souls are shackled by disdain.

Each silent tear a testament of strife,
Echoes unheard in the corridors of fear,
Yet within the darkness, a spark of life,
Yearning to break free and persevere.

Though battered by the tempest’s cruel embrace,
Hope flickers softly in the heart’s deep core,
For even in shadows, there’s a sacred space,
Where courage blooms and whispers roar.