Beneath the weight of silent whispers,
Where echoes of doubt softly tread,
I wander through the hollow chambers,
Of a mind where hope has fled.

The mirror shows a stranger’s face,
Eyes dimmed by the storm’s embrace,
Each breath a shallow, trembling trace,
In a world devoid of grace.

Amongst the shadows, I seek the light,
Yet find only the darkness in this night,
A relentless tide of endless blight,
That strips away my will to fight.

Yet in the quiet of this despair,
A flicker of strength begins to flare,
A whispered promise in the air,
That perhaps one day, I’ll repair.