In the shadows of solitude, echoes a silent cry,
A heartache concealed beneath a stoic sky.
Tears like raindrops fall, unseen and unheard,
A symphony of sorrow, in each whispered word.
The moon weeps silver tears, mirroring my pain,
In the vastness of night, where loneliness reigns.
Broken dreams scattered like petals in the wind,
A melancholy ballad, where hopes rescind.
Each sigh carries the weight of unspoken woes,
A narrative of heartbreak, that silently grows.
The soul, a canvas painted in shades of blue,
A somber poetry etched in the evening dew.
Yet, within the sadness, resilience takes flight,
For even in darkness, there exists a glimmer of light.
The tears may linger, but so does the will to cope,
In the pages of sorrow, we find threads of hope.