Whispers in life’s shadows

Whispers in life’s shadows

In the stillness, shadows creep,

A place where silence weeps,

No grand tales, no vibrant cheer,

Just raw truths, stark and clear.

Alleys twist, stories murky,

Echoes linger, lost in memory,

No playful sparks or sunny glances,

Only shadows craving chances.

Rusty iron, broken glass,

Remnants of lives that couldn't last,

Each step heavy, a weight we know,

In a world pulled down, laid low.

No wonder here, no colors bright,

Just the chill of an endless night;

Dreams slip away, quietly fade,

In spaces where warmth won’t invade.

Hearts beat slow, a distant drum,

Whispers of hope grow quiet, numb,

In darkened chambers, silence sprawls,

Where echoes linger, but no one calls.

This is where despair takes root,

Not in soft places, where comfort’s mute;

Each truth laid bare, no way to hide,

In the frost of existence, cold inside.