Echoes of Sorrow: The Mockingbird's Melancholy

In the quiet of the night, a mockingbird sings,

Its melancholic melody, on sorrow's wings.

A mimic of the world, it calls and weeps,

Echoing the pain, the secrets it keeps.

Each note a sigh, a tale of broken dreams,

A heart that's heavy, lost in silent screams.

The stars above, they weep in sympathy,

As the mockingbird serenades its tragedy.

A wounded soul, hidden behind the song,

Longing for a love that went so wrong.

Its feathers carry echoes of the past,

A symphony of memories that forever last.

Oh, mockingbird, your tune is bittersweet,

A mournful lullaby, a melody complete.

You bear the weight of sorrow in your chest,

Singing of heartache that won't find rest.

As the night drapes its veil of darkness tight,

The mockingbird weaves a tale of endless night.

A captive to its pain, it fills the air,

With the haunting echoes of a soul laid bare.