Somber Melody

In shadows deep, where sorrow lies,

A mournful tale, I now devise.

A poem born from a heart forlorn,

With words that weep and emotions are torn.

A sombre melody fills the air,

As sadness dances with despair.

In each verse, a tear stains the page,

A symphony of anguish, a poet's wage.

In whispered echoes, pain resounds,

Aching hearts, where hope rebounds.

The weight of sorrow, heavy and vast,

Beneath a sky of grey that seems to last.

Like raindrops falling from the sky,

My words descend, and as tears, I cry.

Through poetry's embrace, I find release,

In verses woven with sorrow's crease.

With each line penned, a sigh escapes,

Carving wounds that time won't efface.

Yet in this darkness, a flicker burns,

A tiny flame, though dim, it yearns.

For sadness, too, shall find its end,

And in its wake, a strength to mend.

Though tears may flow, and hearts may ache,

A glimmer of hope, we'll still partake.

So let this poem be a bittersweet ode,

To sadness that lingers on life's road.

For even in sorrow, beauty lies,

A reminder that we're human, through joys and sighs.