In quiet corners where shadows dwell,
A whisper of regret softly sways,
It lingers in the echoes of the heart,
Painting memories in muted grays.
The mirror reflects a face unseen,
Eyes cast down with heavy shame,
The weight of words left unspoken,
A silent testament to the blame.
In the solitude of night’s embrace,
Tears trace paths of hidden fears,
Reminders of the roads not taken,
And dreams dissolved in silent tears.
Yet in the dawn’s forgiving light,
A gentle promise softly blooms,
To rise above the chains of shame,
And free the soul from shadowed rooms.