In the shadowed corners of a weary heart,
Lies a silence that echoes, tearing apart.
The days drip slowly, like tears from a sky,
Beneath the weight of a silent, mournful sigh.

Hope flickers dimly, like a candle in rain,
Each drop a reminder of unending pain.
The night stretches long, a cloak of despair,
Wrapping the soul with a heavy, cold air.

Dreams once vivid, now fade into dust,
Trust once unbroken, now shattered by rust.
In the valley of shadows, where fears reside,
The heart seeks solace, nowhere to hide.

Yet in the distance, a whisper so faint,
A promise of dawn, though the night may taint.
In the silent abyss, a flicker of light,
Guiding the soul through the endless night.