In the quiet of the night, where shadows weep,
Lies a heart burdened by silent cries,
Each breath a whisper of hidden pain,
Beneath the stars, where anguish lies.

The echoes of dreams, now shattered glass,
Reflect in eyes that once knew light,
A soul adrift in a sea of hurt,
Bound by chains of endless night.

In the solitude of a broken dawn,
Hopes once bright now dim and cold,
The scars of time etched deep within,
Stories of sorrow left untold.

Yet, amidst the dark, a flicker remains,
A fragile thread of healing grace,
For even in pain, a strength is born,
To mend the heart’s once shattered place.