In the quiet corners of a weary mind,
Shadows dance to a melancholic tune,
Where whispers of despair entwine,
Beneath the pale and distant moon.

The weight of silence presses deep,
A cloak of sorrow wraps the soul,
In dreams that wander, lost in sleep,
Seeking solace but never whole.

Each tear that falls like gentle rain,
Carves rivers through the heart’s terrain,
Yet hope, a flicker in the dark,
Awaits the dawn to leave its mark.

Though shadows linger, night will fade,
And light will find its way once more,
For every heart, though heavy laid,
Holds strength to rise and courage to soar.