In the silence of the midnight hour,
Where shadows dance without a sound,
Whispers seep through the walls of power,
In the realm where lost souls are found.

A heart that beats with heavy sorrow,
Burdened by the weight unseen,
Seeking light in the promise of tomorrow,
Yet drowning in the present’s mean.

The mind, a battlefield of fears,
Waging wars with no clear end,
Tears fall like unspoken prayers,
In this darkness, I pretend.

But hope, like a flicker of dawn,
Breaks through the thickest night,
Whispering that I’m not alone,
In this relentless fight.