In the quiet corners of my soul, shadows dance,
Weaving sorrow with threads of silent pain,
Each tear a testament to moments lost,
In the echo of dreams that once were bright.

The night, a canvas of endless grief,
Stars blink back tears of forgotten hopes,
As the moon whispers secrets of bygone days,
Where laughter was but a fleeting guest.

Beneath the weight of memories, I bend,
Craving the solace of a gentle touch,
Yet finding only the cold embrace of solitude,
In the hollow chambers of a weary heart.

And still, amidst the ruins of joy, I stand,
A testament to the resilience of the human spirit,
For even in the depths of sorrow, there is a spark,
A glimmer of hope that refuses to fade.