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.