In the dim light of a fading dawn,
Lies a soul in search of peace,
Chasing shadows that softly yawn,
Bound in chains that never cease.

With trembling hands reaching out,
For solace in a fleeting dream,
A heart burdened with self-doubt,
Caught in an ever-flowing stream.

The whispers call in the dead of night,
Promises of escape and flight,
Yet the morning brings its harsh light,
Revealing scars hidden from sight.

Hope is a fragile, flickering flame,
Amidst the shadows of despair,
In the battle with no name,
Lies the courage to repair.