Sad Boy Blues

In shadows deep, where sunlight fades,
A sad boy walks through endless shades.
His heart, a canvas painted blue,
Depression’s hues, a somber view.

Beneath the weight of heavy clouds,
His world, a storm that screams aloud.
A symphony of sad boy blues,
Notes of sorrow, echoes, and bruise.

In solitude, he finds his rest,
A haunted soul, a troubled nest.
The echoes of his silent cries,
Resonate beneath darkened skies.

A dance with demons in the night,
The sad boy battles inner blight.
Each step a struggle, burdened shoes,
Trapped within the sad boy blues.

A melody of teardrops falls,
A somber rhythm, silent calls.
His spirit, tethered, struggles free,
But darkness claims its victory.

Yet, in the depth of sorrow’s sea,
A glimmer of hope, a light to see.
For even in the darkest night,
Stars emerge, a distant light.

The sad boy dreams of brighter days,
Where sunlight breaks through heavy grays.
A journey through the storm, he’ll choose,
To overcome the sad boy blues.