In the quiet corners of a restless night,
Whispers of solace call out to the soul.
Promises of escape from the endless fight,
Yet deeper into darkness, they gently pull.

Dreams once vibrant now fade to gray,
As the mind dances on a razor’s edge.
Hope flickers dimly, kept at bay,
While reality teeters on a fragile ledge.

Hands reach out for something real,
But find only shadows slipping away.
In the heart, a wound that time can’t heal,
With every promise, more led astray.

Yet beneath the weight of the silent cries,
A spark of strength begins to rise.
Through the haze, a path is found,
Breaking free from addiction’s bound.