In the chasm of the silent night,
Where echoes of forgotten dreams reside,
A lone heart wanders, seeking light,
Amidst the whispers where shadows hide.

The stars, once bright, now dimly glow,
Casting doubts upon the weary soul,
Time moves slowly, like a river’s flow,
Carrying fragments that were once whole.

Hope, a fragile thread, begins to fray,
Under the weight of unending sorrow,
As the dawn delays its gentle ray,
Promising yet another empty tomorrow.

Yet within this darkness, a seed persists,
A silent plea for strength to endure,
In the heart’s abyss where despair exists,
A quiet resolve begins to mature.