Abuses' Poetic Echoes

In shadows deep, where silence moans, A tale untold of broken homes. Whispers hide in corners cold, A story grim, of hearts grown old.

Within the walls, a darkness weaves, Where pain and sorrow tightly cleaves. Bruised and battered, fragile souls, A symphony of anguish tolls.

Tyrant hands, like storms they rage, Leaving scars on every page. Innocence, a fleeting wisp, Drowning in a cruel abyss.

Yet, through the night, a flicker glows, A seed of strength, a courage grows. In tender hearts, a fire ignites, Defying the oppressive nights.

For every tear, a drop of grace, A phoenix rises in that space. Resilience blooms, a flower's crest, From shattered roots, a spirit's quest.

In unity, a refuge found, A haven built on solid ground. Together, heal the wounds unseen, In love's embrace, redemption glean.

Let empathy be the healing balm, To break the chains, restore the calm. Speak out against the shadows' might, Illuminate the darkest night.

For in the verses of this rhyme, May echoes stir a paradigm. A plea for those who suffer still, That love may mend, and hearts fulfill.