Suffering

In the depths of night, where shadows creep, There lies a land where sorrows weep. A realm where suffering reigns supreme, And hope is but a fleeting dream. In whispered cries and silent screams, The echoes of despair, like haunting streams. Each heartache, a burden too heavy to bear, In the labyrinth of pain, lost souls stare. Through trials and tribulations, we roam, In search of solace, a place called home. But anguish grips us, with relentless might, As we navigate the darkness, devoid of light. Yet within this anguish, a spark still gleams, A resilience that refuses to be deemed. For in the midst of suffering's cruel art, We find the strength to mend the broken heart. So let us rise, though battered and worn, For from the ashes, new hope is born. In the symphony of pain, we find our song, And in our suffering, we grow strong.