Whispers of Sadness: A Journey Through Shadows and Light

In shadows deep where light retreats,

A quiet, solemn sorrow meets.

The mind, a labyrinth of night,

Where hope is but a flickering light.

Heavy is the heart that bears

The weight of countless, silent cares.

An endless ache, a hollow cry,

Beneath a grey, unfeeling sky.

Time drifts slow in stagnant air,

A clock that ticks but goes nowhere.

Each second stretched, each moment long,

A mournful, melancholy song.

The shadows whisper tales of old,

Of dreams once bright, now dark and cold.

A mind ensnared by webs of doubt,

Where echoes of despair ring out.

Beneath the surface, in the dark,

A tiny flame, a hopeful spark.

It struggles 'gainst the heavy gloom,

In silent halls, in endless rooms.

The weight of sorrow bows the head,

A living ghost among the dead.

Yet still the heart, though burdened, beats,

In shadows deep where light retreats.

Amidst the pain, a subtle glow,

A seed of hope begins to grow.

Though fragile, small, and barely seen,

It holds the power to redeem.

For in the heart of darkest night,

There stirs the promise of the light.

A dawn that breaks the grip of fears,

A warmth to dry the endless tears.

The journey through the shadowed land,

Is one not walked with trembling hand.

For courage grows in places dire,

A strength forged in the fiercest fire.

Through winding paths and endless night,

A soul can find its way to light.

Each step, though heavy, leads the way,

To the arrival of the day.

The shadows cannot hold forever,

For light and hope they cannot sever.

And in the end, though fraught with strife,

There lies a path, a way to life.

In shadows deep where light retreats,

A quiet, solemn sorrow meets.

Yet in this place, where darkness reigns,

A spark of hope forever remains.