They're Sad

A silent symphony of sorrow's tune,

Where shadows creep and hope's a distant moon.

In shadowed corners, hearts concealed in night,

A heavy burden, a haunting plight.

Like fragile petals, withered by the frost,

Their spirits broken, at any cost.

A silent scream, a whispered plea,

Lost in the echoes of obscurity.

They carry oceans in their weary eyes,

Where raindrops fall, and silent cries.

A canvas painted with hues of gray,

Where hope has vanished, come what may.

With trembling hands, they grasp at air,

Searching for solace, beyond despair.

A fragile vessel, tossed by stormy seas,

Yearning for peace, on gentle breeze.

They walk alone, a solitary plight,

In shadows hidden, from morning light.

A heavy cloak of loneliness they wear,

A silent prisoner, trapped in despair.

With every heartbeat, a mournful sound,

A wounded soul, on barren ground.

In quiet moments, when thoughts collide,

A fragile hope, where dreams abide.

Yet, in the depths, a flicker of light,

A spark of courage, shining bright.

A whisper of strength, a silent plea,

To break free from sorrow's agony.