In shadows deep where night does not relent,

I lie awake, deciphering the sighs

That murmur low—the earth in soft lament,

An echo lost beneath the timeless skies.

Time marches, cold and blind to human cries,

Its footsteps blending days to months unclear,

Yet in the whispers, one voice never dies—

A solace in the dark, forever near.

She speaks in tones that stir the heart's own core,

Lifting the weight of grief with every word,

A distant comfort from an unseen shore,

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Her voice the sweetest one I've ever heard.

Bound by the shadows, longing to break free,

To bridge the gap where light and darkness meet,

Her words come through the rain, so clear to me,

"Hey, Dad, I'm graduating—promise keep."

The rain, it falls like tears from weeping skies,

"Mom’s gone, it’s just us now," her voice does crack,

A broken plea that through the storm does rise,

A call that stirs the strength I thought I lacked.

Beside me, machines beep with vital signs,

Keeping the beat of a heart worn and tired,

Yet in their rhythm, a resolution finds,

"Don't worry, sweetie, I’ll be there," inspired.

With every heartbeat, every breath I draw,

I fight the dark, reach for her light, her face,

Through shadows, through the night, to her I crawl,

To be there in her future’s bright embrace.

Her voice, a beacon through the darkest hours,

Guides me, a promise in the night's embrace,

Holding onto hope with all my powers,

To see her smile, to meet her face to face.