In the shadows where the light forgets to tread,
Lies a soul, with whispers of a silent heart,
A mind tangled in webs of sorrow, deeply spread,
Searching for solace, yet falling apart.

The night embraces with a cold, unyielding grip,
Echoes of laughter now distant and faint,
Tears trace the curve of a trembling lip,
As dreams dissolve into a melancholic taint.

Beneath the weight of an invisible shroud,
Hope falters, a flicker in the dark,
Silence screams louder than any crowd,
Leaving imprints of an indelible mark.

Yet, in the depths, a faint glimmer remains,
A fragile thread that refuses to sever,
Through the storm and the relentless rains,
A whisper that promises, “This is not forever.”