In the quiet corners of a restless mind,
Where echoes of worry softly tread,
There lies a world of tangled thoughts,
A tapestry woven with threads of dread.
The weight of the unseen presses down,
On shoulders bent with whispered fears,
A ceaseless tide of anxious waves,
Drowning hopes in a sea of tears.
Night falls, a cloak of gentle darkness,
Yet sleep eludes the weary soul,
As racing doubts chase fleeting dreams,
In shadows where the heart pays toll.
But in this storm of silent chaos,
A spark of light begins to shine,
A reminder that within the strife,
Resides the strength to draw the line.