With every line, a sigh escapes,
Echoing pain that the soul can't reshape.
The weight of emotions, like an anchor's hold,
In the vast ocean of sadness, we unfold.
The skies above, draped in shades of grey,
Reflect the sadness that lingers, come what may.
The mournful whispers of a gentle breeze,
Carry the burden of hearts ill at ease.