In the quiet of the midnight hour,
Where shadows dance and whispers cower,
Lies a heart, heavy with sorrow,
Dreading the dawn of another tomorrow.

Each tear a story, untold and deep,
Beneath the surface, secrets we keep,
Eyes that glisten with unshed despair,
Seeking solace in the silent air.

The world moves on, in a cruel parade,
Leaving behind the memories that fade,
Yet in the soul, the scars remain,
A testament to enduring pain.

But through the gloom, a light may gleam,
A fragile hope, a distant dream,
For even in the darkest night,
There lies a chance for dawn’s first light.