In the silence of a longing night,
Echoes of a whisper call,
A shadow dances in the fading light,
Where dreams and desires fall.

Chains invisible, pulling tight,
A gentle touch that turns to bind,
Promises of endless flight,
Yet leave a weary heart confined.

In moments fleeting, clarity fades,
A cycle of hope and deep despair,
Where the mind’s own refuge wades,
In a web of whispers and prayer.

Yet within the struggle, a spark remains,
A yearning for a brighter dawn,
To break away from binding chains,
And find the peace where dreams are drawn.