In the silent hours of the night,
When the world is fast asleep,
My thoughts, they wander, they take flight,
Into a darkness, vast and deep.
The weight upon my chest, it grows,
A silent scream I cannot voice,
In this abyss, where nothing glows,
I’m left without a choice.
Memories, they haunt and bind,
Shadows whisper, soft yet clear,
In this prison of my mind,
I am captive to my fear.
Yet, within this darkened space,
A flicker of hope, dim but bright,
A promise of a gentler grace,
To guide me through the night.