In the depths of despair, a shadow lingers,
Eclipsing the sun, suffocating hope's flicker.
A symphony of sorrow, notes heavy and low,
Echo through the chambers of a weary soul.

The weight of existence, an anchor on the chest,
Each breath a labor, a futile conquest.
A mosaic of memories, stained with regret,
Etched on the canvas of a mind distraught.

The world, once vibrant, now a colorless haze,
Drained of all meaning, lost in the maze.
Days bleed into nights, in relentless embrace,
As darkness engulfs, leaving no trace.

The whispers of anguish, a deafening roar,
Concealed beneath smiles, a soul torn and sore.
In solitude's embrace, tears softly cascade,
Falling on wounds that never seem to fade.

Flickering candle of hope, dimmed by despair,
Its feeble glow suffocated by the heavy air.
The void within, an abyss vast and wide,
Aching for solace, longing for respite.

Oh, how the heart mourns, drowning in sorrow's well,
A silent scream within, a story too hard to tell.
The canvas of life, painted with hues so grim,
A masterpiece of melancholy, hauntingly dim.

Yet, amidst the darkness, a sliver of light,
A glimmer of strength to endure the night.
For even in despair's grip, seeds of hope reside,
Waiting to bloom, to heal, to turn the tide.

In this symphony of darkness, there lies a plea,
To find solace within, to set the spirit free.
For only through the depths can one truly rise,
And embrace the light beyond somber skies.

In chambers dim, where quills once danced,
A poet, lost in shadows' trance,
He weaved his soul in verses bold,
As ink on paper, his story told.

Inkwells drained of darkest thoughts,
His poetry the battles he'd fought,
But with each word, he lost his way,
In the labyrinth of his own dismay.

A once vivid soul, now numb and cold,
He'd bartered dreams for a heart of gold,
And in the silence of his verse,
He searched for something to disperse.

A muse to mend his shattered art,
A love to heal his poet's heart,
He floated through life's endless stream,
Lost in a haunting, broken dream.

The quill, now heavy, untouched by hand,
His verses drifted like shifting sand,
He longed for one to break his fall,
To understand his silent call.

In whispers of night, and shades of gray,
He yearned to find his saving grace,
To mend the heart that's gone astray,
In someone's eyes, he'd find his place.

For once, he'd soared on wings of rhyme,
Now, he sought love in endless time,
In Gothic verse, he longed to see,
A love to set his spirit free.

So he roamed the earth, a restless bard,
In search of solace, love's reward,
Hoping to find a kindred soul,
To fill the void that made him whole.

She hides her bruises, conceals her pain
From a man who once was loving, now insane
He drinks and hits and tears her apart
Leaves her broken and with a shattered heart

But then she finds solace in a friend
Who treats her kindly, makes her heart mend
He listens and cares, never raises his hand
And she begins to feel safe again

She tries to resist, to stay loyal and true
But her husband's abuse is all she knew
And so she falls for his friend's gentle touch
A forbidden love, but one that meant so much

They meet in secret, their passion ignites
A flame that burns bright, but never quite right
For she knows deep down what she's done is wrong
But she can't help but feel that she finally belongs

She leaves her husband, with a heavy heart
And begins a new life, a brand new start
With the man who treated her with such care
And finally finds the love that's always been there

But even as she looks back with regret
She knows she couldn't have lived with that man's threat
And she'll never forget the friend who saved her life
The one who showed her what love was like.