In shadows deep, where silence sighs,
A broken man with tear-filled eyes.
He walks alone, the path of pain,
Through memories lost, like fleeting rain.
His hands once held the world so tight,
Now empty palms embrace the night.
The stars above no longer shine,
Their brilliance dimmed, no longer divine.
He seeks the days when life was kind,
When dreams were clear, no chains to bind.
But now his heart, a hollow drum,
Beats faintly slow, its echoes numb.
The laughter once that filled the air,
Is but a ghost, a cruel snare.
Each joy he knew now fades away,
A shadow cast on yesterday.
The mirror shows a face unknown,
A weary soul to grief now prone.
He whispers soft, a fragile plea,
For time to grant serenity.
But time, that thief, does not forgive,
It takes, it steals, yet bids to live.
The man recalls the love once near,
Now lost to distance, dust, and fear.
The golden days, the sunlit streams,
Now flicker faint, like dying dreams.
He yearns to hold what slipped his hand,
A castle built on shifting sand.
Yet in his heart, a spark remains,
A quiet hope through all his pains.
For though the past may haunt and sting,
The future hums, a gentle spring.
He lifts his gaze to skies so vast,
And leaves behind the haunting past.
For life, though cruel, still offers light,
Beyond the darkness of the night.