In the shadowed corners of a weary soul,
Echoes of dreams long forgotten call,
Beneath the weight of endless nightfall,
Silent tears trace paths unseen, small.

The moon casts its gentle, distant light,
On a heart that trembles in the fight,
Seeking warmth in the coldest night,
Yet finding solace far from sight.

Stars flicker in a desolate sky,
Each a memory, a whispered sigh,
As time drifts slowly, passing by,
Leaving only questions of why.

Yet in this melancholy sea,
Resides a fragile hope to be,
A quiet strength, a silent plea,
For dawn to break and set it free.