In the silent corridors of the unknown,
Where shadows dance and whispers groan,
A life unfolds in muted tones,
Anonymous, yet not alone.
Beneath the mask of faceless grace,
Lies a heart that yearns for space,
In crowded rooms, an empty face,
Seeking solace, seeking place.
The world moves on, oblivious, blind,
To the unseen battles of a kind,
A soul adrift in a sea unkind,
With dreams that fate has yet to bind.
Yet in the dark, a light does gleam,
A hope, a wish, a silent scream,
For even in an anonymous dream,
There lies a truth, a hidden beam.