In the quiet corners of a weary soul,
Where shadows linger, and whispers unfold,
Depression weaves its silent tapestry,
In hues of gray, where light struggles to be free.

Loneliness walks with a gentle tread,
A ghostly companion in the spaces we dread,
It tells tales of emptiness and longing sighs,
In the silent echo where hope slowly dies.

Yet in these depths where light seems to fade,
A flicker of resilience begins to invade,
For even in darkness, the heart can find,
The strength to rise, leaving shadows behind.

So let the tears fall like cleansing rain,
Washing away the sorrow, the despair, the pain,
For in the dawn, new light will break, anew,
And in that glow, hope will find its view.