Lost in corridors where echoes linger,
Each step a whisper of forgotten fears,
Shadows stretch with cold, unseen fingers,
Etching memories stained with silent tears.

Through windows stained with haunting past,
The light of day struggles to break free,
A heart once whole, now shattered glass,
Reflecting fragments of what used to be.

Nights bring the ghosts of sorrow’s song,
In dreams, the pain is vividly reborn,
An endless loop where I don’t belong,
Waking with the weight of night forlorn.

Yet hope, a distant, fragile flame,
Flickers within the darkest storm,
Healing whispers call my name,
Guiding me towards a world reborn.