Late night, a shroud of sorrow draped,
As shadows in my heart have deeply seeped,
The world in slumber, stars softly weep,
In the silence, my wounded soul is shaped.

The moon above, a pale and mournful face,
Casts a gentle glow on my tear-streaked space,
The night, a canvas for my thoughts to trace,
In the solitude, I seek a tender grace.

The weight of sadness, an anchor on my chest,
In the late night's hush, I'm put to the test,
Memories like ghosts, they never rest,
Their haunting whispers, a relentless pest.

A symphony of sighs, the midnight breeze,
A chorus of regrets, they aim to tease,
In the stillness, my heart begins to freeze,
Late night, the keeper of my silent pleas.

But even in the depths of this sorrowed night,
I find a glimmer of hope, a flickering light,
For darkness, too, gives way to morning's sight,
And in its dawn, I'll find the strength to fight.
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