There echoes an unspoken sigh, a sorrow no one shares.
The weight of the unseen, a burden borne alone,
A tear in the twilight, that no one has known.
In the whispers of the wind, through the rustling of the leaves,
A tale of a broken soul, in the world it grieves.
The heartache that's hidden, beneath the brightest smile,
A dance with the shadows, a battle for a while.
The world spins on its axis, the sun rises and sets,
But the sorrow that's unseen, it never forgets its debts.
It clings to the shadows, it follows like a friend,
A specter that's uninvited, within the heart it bends.
In the quiet of the night, when the stars are out so bright,
The unseen sorrow weeps, with a sound so soft and light.
It seeks the touch of empathy, in the darkness to be found,
A hand to hold, a heart to understand, all around.
But in the bustling streets, with their never-ending noise,
The sorrow unseen is lost, in the cacophony of voices.
It longs for the silence, where it can be set free,
To float on the breeze, to finally be.
So let us not forget, in the clamor of the day,
The sorrows that are unseen, that silently decay.
Let us reach out, with a hand and a heart,
To the shadows unseen, and give them their part.
For in the tapestry of life, where threads of joy and strife,
The unseen sorrow, too, has a place to reside.
It's a part of the fabric, though hidden from view,
The eternal sorrow of the unseen, in the world so true.