In the quiet hours before dawn’s light,
My mind drifts through shadows, lost in flight.
The stars whisper secrets of distant dreams,
Yet my soul is heavy, or so it seems.

The days are long, the nights too brief,
Each moment a burden, a silent thief.
My heart yearns for peace, for rest so deep,
But weariness lingers, a shadow I keep.

The world spins on, indifferent to my plight,
As I struggle to find solace in the night.
The weight of weariness, a constant friend,
Holds me close, a bond that will not bend.

Yet in the darkness, a glimmer of hope,
A promise of light, a way to cope.
For though I’m tired, I still press on,
Seeking the dawn of a brighter morn.