A Heart in Shadows

In the depths of night, where darkness reigns,
A heart lies hidden, consumed by pain.
A soul so weary, a spirit so torn,
A life once vibrant, now forlorn.

The shadows creep, like tendrils of despair,
Enveloping the heart, once so fair.
The light that shone, so bright and true,
Now dimmed and faded, a distant hue.

The memories linger, like ghosts in the mind,
Of love and laughter, left behind.
The joy that filled, each waking day,
Now lost in the shadows, where it will stay.

The heart that beat, with passion and fire,
Now cold and empty, a broken lyre.
The dreams that soared, on wings so high,
Now shattered and broken, left to die.

In the silence of the night, the shadows grow,
Consuming the heart, with each passing blow.
The pain that cuts, like a knife so sharp,
Leaving scars that will never part.

The tears that fall, like rain from the sky,
A testament to the heart’s mournful cry.
The sorrow that seeps, into every vein,
A constant reminder, of the heart’s disdain.

In the depths of the shadows, the heart remains,
A prisoner of its own, unending pains.
The light that once shone, so fierce and bright,
Now lost in the darkness, of the endless night.

And though the heart may beat, with each passing day,
It remains forever, in the shadows’ sway.
A life once full, now empty and bleak,
A heart in shadows, forever weak.

So let the shadows come, and the darkness prevail,
For the heart in shadows, will never unveil.
The pain that consumes, the sorrow that binds,
Forever lost, in the shadows’ confines.