In the silent corners of a weary heart,
Where shadows dance and sorrows start,
Whispers of anguish softly tread,
In the spaces where tears are quietly shed.
Beneath the weight of a thousand sighs,
Pain carves its path, where hope defies,
Echoes of hurt in the midnight’s embrace,
Leaving traces of a silent, tear-streaked face.
Through the corridors of timeâs cruel art,
Memories linger, tearing apart,
Yet in the darkness, a flicker remains,
A fragile light, defying the chains.
As dawn breaks through the night’s retreat,
The heart finds courage in its beat,
For in the depths of pain’s cruel hold,
Lies the story of a soul, quietly bold.