In the quiet corners of a somber room,
Shadows dance with whispers of despair.
A heart seeks solace in the gentle gloom,
Yet finds no comfort in the midnight air.

Tears fall like rain on barren ground,
Each droplet a story of unshed pain.
The echoes of sorrow, hauntingly profound,
Reside in a soul, where hope has waned.

Memories linger like ghosts in the mist,
Their tender touch a bittersweet caress.
In dreams, the past and present coexist,
Weaving tapestries of silent distress.

Yet in the darkness, a faint light appears,
A whisper of dawn in the depths of night.
Though sadness clings, it slowly clears,
Revealing the promise of morning light.