Oh darkened soul, where shadows cling,
And sorrow’s weight on broken wing.
A chasm vast, where light has fled,
A heart bereft, a dream long dead.
The night is cold, the silence screams,
A fractured realm of shattered dreams.
No beacon shines, no harbor near,
But whispers rise: “Do not fear.”
For darkest nights birth brightest stars,
And unseen wounds heal deepest scars.
Despair’s own veil may yet disguise,
The dawn that waits beyond our eyes.
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