Dead-end Street

Down the desolation of a dead-end street, Lost love's whisper, a heartbeat's retreat. Echoes of laughter, now silenced and cold, The tale of a journey, a story untold. Gone are the riches, the glittering gold, Faded dreams in a tale that unfolds. Job's embrace, a fleeting affair, Friends once near, now distant air. In shadows of despair, I tread the way, Searching for light in the muted gray. The weight of loss, a burden to bear, On this lonely path of deep despair. But in the darkness, a flicker appears, A distant light, through my silent tears. A glimmer of hope on this desolate track, A chance to rebuild what despair did lack.