I am so sad, my heart a heavy stone,
In shadows deep, I wander all alone.

The light of hope has dimmed, and all is lost,
Each breath I take feels colder than the frost.

The skies are gray, the winds a mournful tune,
As endless nights engulf me, none too soon.

I search for solace, but it slips away,
Like fleeting stars that fade before the day.

The joy I knew has turned to silent tears,
A symphony of sorrow through the years.

Yet still I fight, though weary is my soul,
A battle deep, to make my broken whole.

And though the road is long, the pain is real,
I trust the dawn will someday heal and seal.

For in this grief, I know a strength resides,
A quiet power where hope in silence hides.

I am so sad, yet in my heart I find,
A will to rise, and leave the dark behind.

I am nobody, lost in shadows' flight,
A silent whisper fading into night.

Unseen, unheard, I wander through the haze,
A fleeting figure lost in endless days.

My name is but a forgotten trace,
A face unknown in time’s relentless chase.

I walk among the crowd, but none can see,
A hollow shell that longs for liberty.

No fame, no fortune, no eternal glow,
Just fleeting moments that come and go.

Yet in my heart, a flame refuses dim,
A quiet strength that pulses deep within.

For in this void where none may call my name,
I find a truth that burns beyond the shame.

Though I am nobody, I stand my ground,
In silence, still, my voice shall yet resound.

For every soul, though lost in time’s embrace,
Can leave a mark no darkness can erase.

We do not choose the moment love appears,
Nor whom we love, despite our hopes and fears.

For love's a fate that comes without a sign,
A fleeting chance, a blink, a touch divine.

Without a reason, without time's command,
It blooms unbidden, like a grain of sand.

Though love may bring its anguish and its pain,
It still remains the truest of the plain.

The secret of life’s fullness it reveals,
A world beyond the logic that one feels.

To love one far or near, your heart is true,
And in that love, no other comes to view.

Containment, a word, a smile, a gentle air,
A bond we share, a feeling soft and rare.

It’s a spirit that touches your soul with grace,
Though distance may keep us in separate space.

Like plants, we bloom when our hearts are caressed,
By kindest words that leave us truly blessed.

Just as the rain feeds earth to make it grow,
Our hearts find joy when kindness starts to flow.

I never thought my thirties would weigh so much,
With chaos and confusion's constant touch.

I dreamed I'd join the great, the wise, the tall,
Yet no one told me of the truths that call.

They never warned of sleepless nights I'd face,
Or dreams of rest, escape's brief, fleeting grace.

I never knew my heart would bear its share,
Of friends' betrayals, loss, and love's despair.

No voice foretold the load of life's demands,
Or years pressed hard by fate's unyielding hands.

The grown-up life is far beyond my heart,
Which clings to youth, unwilling to depart.

A soul still tender as a child’s might be,
Afraid of life, yet yearning to break free.

As Fall sheds its leaves upon the ground,
The whispers of lost love and dreams resound.

From branches high, where once they dared to soar,
Now fall to earth, their heights admired no more.

For life, a cycle spun by nature’s art,
Begins with hope, then tears each dream apart.

At first, love blossoms, vivid, sweet, and bright,
Its splendor dazzling all who catch its sight.

But petals tire of endless praise and cheer,
Neglected, they succumb to time severe.

Once cherished blooms lie trampled, left for dead,
A ruin crushed beneath unfeeling tread.

Thus, life revolves, with seasons in its clasp—
Some days we soar; some, loneliness we grasp.

For love, like nature, follows such a way:
It thrives, then fades, then withers to decay.

In spring, love’s magic takes us by surprise,
A dreamland built of laughter, daring skies.

Each meeting sparks with courage, hearts align,
And faults are blind, the world appears divine.

But summer comes, and warmth begins to wane,
The heat of habit cools, replaced by strain.

What once seemed boundless, vibrant, full of glow,
Turns into drought, where love begins to slow.

Then autumn’s storms arise with winds that wail,
And shake weak bonds, exposing what is frail.

The shallow ties fall swiftly to the ground,
While rooted hearts endure the harshest round.

In winter’s frost, relationships stand still,
Cold silence reigns, or warmth can break the chill.

For some, a frozen stasis marks the end,
For others, safety, where two hearts defend.

Thus, seasons mark the fate of bonds we weave,
And test what stays, what we must grieve.

The strong endure, though trials may unfold;
The weak dissolve, as love grows faint and cold.