Wandering through shadows cast by doubt,
In corridors where whispers echo loud,
Searching for a path, a sign, a way out,
Yet the silence grows, a lingering shroud.

The stars no longer guide my weary feet,
Their light obscured by clouds of despair,
Lost amidst dreams incomplete,
Yearning for solace, a breath of fresh air.

Memories like leaves in autumn’s sway,
Drift away on winds of time,
In this maze where night outlasts the day,
I seek a rhythm, a forgotten rhyme.

Yet hope flickers in the distant night,
A beacon through the mist and haze,
With every step, I reclaim my sight,
Finding strength in the darkest of days.