In the depths of sorrow's embrace,
I find solace in this desolate space.
My heart weeps a river of tears,
For a soul burdened with unending fears.

The world around me seems so gray,
As melancholy clouds block the day.
A weight upon my weary chest,
Aches within, never finding rest.

A symphony of sadness echoes through,
As my spirit yearns for something true.
The laughter fades, replaced by sighs,
In the realm of sadness, my spirit lies.

In shadows cast by the setting sun,
I wander, lost, where hope has undone.
Each step I take, a heavy stride,
In this sorrowful dance, I cannot hide.

Yet, in the darkness, a flicker remains,
A glimmer of hope that softly sustains.
For even in sadness, beauty can bloom,
Like a fragile flower in a desolate room.

So I embrace this melancholic art,
As it weaves through the chambers of my heart.
In the tears I shed, a cathartic release,
A bittersweet solace, a moment of peace.

For within the sadness, there lies a grace,
A gentle reminder of life's fragile embrace.
So let me dwell in these depths profound,
And find beauty in sadness, all around.


© Jayant