In the quiet of the midnight hour,
Thoughts cascade like a gentle shower.
Each droplet a worry, a lingering doubt,
In the silence, they begin to shout.

Shadows dance on the walls of the mind,
A labyrinth of fears, tightly intertwined.
Seeking solace in the moon’s soft glow,
Yet the mind continues its restless flow.

Voices echo in an endless sphere,
Amplifying every latent fear.
Chasing answers in the darkened night,
The heart beats faster, a quiet fright.

Yet in the chaos, a hope does rise,
A gentle whisper beneath the skies.
For in the dawn, new light breaks free,
Guiding the soul to serenity.