Whispers of the Unrighted

In shadows where the sunlight fades,
A heart beats heavy, burdened by shades.
Whispers curl like smoke in the air,
Echoing secrets too dark to share.

Promises tangled in cobwebbed dreams,
Fractured hopes unravel at their seams.
Crimson stains on a tattered past,
The weight of choices that hold us fast.

Through hollow halls of forgotten cries,
Lies linger thick as fog that denies.
Each step a tremor on this cursed ground,
Where echoes of laughter have long drowned.

It’s not right—this silence that screams,
This twisted dance of broken schemes.
Innocence lost to a shadowy blight,
As day succumbs to encroaching night.

Yet through the darkness, a flicker remains;
A spark ignites amidst sorrow's chains.
For in despair's grip where hope takes flight,
We rise from ashes—not bound by plight.