In the depths of despair, where shadows reside,A sorrowful melody, in the heart’s divide.A symphony of tears, in the silent night,Unveiling the pain, hidden from sight.

Sorrow, a companion, in the darkest hour,A heavy cloak, draped with somber power.It weaves its tendrils, through every vein,Leaving behind remnants of anguish and pain.

The moon, a witness, to the tears that fall,Casting a pallor, over one and all.Its gentle light, a bittersweet embrace,Reflecting the sorrow, etched on every face.

The stars, like teardrops, scattered in the sky,Whispering secrets, as the night draws nigh.They twinkle with empathy, in their distant glow,A reminder that sorrow, we all come to know.

In the depths of sorrow, we find solace and grief,A fragile balance, like a fallen leaf.It lingers in memories, like a haunting refrain,Echoing sadness, in the chambers of pain.

But even in sorrow, there’s a flicker of hope,A tiny ember, in the vast darkness we cope.For sorrow, though heavy, can also ignite,A resilience within, a will to fight.

In the depths of sorrow, we find strength anew,A testament to the human spirit, tried and true.For it is through sorrow, we learn and grow,Embracing the depths, as we navigate the woe.

So let the sorrow flow, like a river’s course,Allowing it to cleanse, to heal and endorse.For in the sorrowful moments, we find our way,To a brighter tomorrow, where joy holds sway.