In a world where shadows whisper tales,
Conflicts rise like the morning mist,
Unseen battles beneath our veils,
Hearts in turmoil quietly resist.
The sun descends on fields of thought,
Where dreams and fears collide in dance,
Each silent scream, a lesson taught,
In the depth of an unspoken trance.
Echoes of what could never be,
Drift through the corridors of time,
Seeking peace in a turbulent sea,
Longing for a forgotten rhyme.
Yet in the stillness of the night,
Hope emerges, a gentle glow,
Guiding through the internal fight,
Towards a path only the brave know.