In the quiet, haunted corridors of the mind,
Shadows dance to the tune of forgotten pain,
Whispers of a time left far behind,
Yet the scars remain, like an endless rain.

Memories, once vivid, now a ghostly blur,
Each heartbeat a reminder of what once was,
Eyes that once sparkled now silently endure,
The weight of a past that endlessly claws.

Nights are long, filled with restless dreams,
Of moments that shattered the soul’s fragile glass,
A silent scream, a heart’s muted pleas,
For peace, for solace, for the storm to pass.

Yet in the dawn, a glimmer of hope appears,
The strength to rise, to face another day,
For though the past is etched with tears,
The spirit endures, finding its way.