The world is a canvas, painted in shades of gray, Where laughter is muffled, and joy fades away. A melody broken, a song left unsung,
A heart filled with sorrow, a spirit unsprung.
The echoes of whispers, of promises made, Now haunt the silence, a sorrowful parade. Each breath a reminder of what used to be,A bittersweet longing, an aching decree.
The rain falls in torrents, mirroring my tears, Washing away hope, drowning all my fears. A shattered reflection, a fractured soul,
Lost in the darkness, beyond all control.
But even in sadness, a flicker remains,
A whisper of strength, that somehow sustains. For even in brokenness, beauty can bloom, A fragile resilience, defying the gloom.
