In the shadowed corners of the night,
Where whispers of sorrow softly tread,
The heart aches in its silent plight,
Lonely tears on a cold, empty bed.

Through the veil of darkness, pain calls,
Echoes of dreams now lost to time,
In the silence, a quiet voice falls,
Singing a forgotten, mournful rhyme.

Each breath a struggle, each moment a fight,
In the stillness, memories drift and fade,
Yet the heart, though weary, holds tight,
To fragments of love that softly invade.

Hope flickers like a distant star,
Through the shadows, a gentle light,
Guiding the soul from afar,
Promising solace in the endless night.