Hurt

Hurt is a shadow, dark and deep, A secret promise that we keep. It lingers softly in the air, A heavy burden hard to bear. Hurt is a whisper, low and cold, A story silently told. It echoes in the lonely night, Dimming every shining light. Hurt is a memory, sharp and clear, A falling, silent tear. It stains the heart with shades of blue, A pain that feels forever true. Hurt is a lesson, learned in time, A mountain hard to climb. It teaches strength and how to rise, Reflected in our weary eyes.