In shadows deep, where silence screams,
A heart is torn, lost in shattered dreams.
Bruises hidden, where no light may show,
Pain unspoken, only tears that flow.

Echoes of anger, in the dead of night,
A spirit crushed, devoid of light.
Words that cut, sharper than a blade,
In a prison of fear, where hope does fade.

Chains of sorrow, bind the weary heart,
Each bruise a story, a work of dark art.
Eyes once bright, now dull with despair,
Seeking solace, in a world unfair.

Yet in the silence, a whisper of hope,
A strength to rise, a way to cope.
For even in darkness, a spark can ignite,
The dawn of freedom, a reclaiming of light.