In the quiet corners of a restless mind,
Shadows dance where light cannot find,
Echoes of yesterday’s whispers linger,
Tracing scars with a delicate finger.
Memories weave through the tapestry of night,
Where dreams are lost in a fragile fight,
Haunted by visions that never fade,
In a landscape where fears are made.
Beneath the surface of a calm facade,
Lies a storm where peace is marred,
The heart beats with an unsteady rhythm,
Bound by chains of unspoken schism.
Yet in the dawn, a fragile hope is found,
In the whispers of the worldâs gentle sound,
Healing comes in the light of day,
As shadows slowly drift away.