In shadows deep where echoes mope, A soul cries out, all lost of hope. Lone whispers haunt the hollow air, The heart's lament, too mute to share. Unwanted, scorned—a desolate isle, Yearns for solace, if but for a while. The void within, an endless scope, A tangled cry, in need of rope. In silence walks the coldest death, Each tear a mournful, haunted breath. A silent plea to heavens vast, To find release, to heal at last. Yet in the dark where spirits pine, May light one day within repine. For even in the bleakest night, A flicker yearns to find its fight.