Whispers echo in silent halls,
A mind adrift in endless night,
Flickering lights dance and call,
Within a fractured, fragile sight.
In tangled webs of thought and dream,
Reality slips through fingers tight,
Faces shift and worlds redeem,
Lost in the echoes, out of sight.
The shadows grow, a haunting choir,
Singing tales of forgotten lore,
Each voice a thread, a burning fire,
Woven in the mind’s core.
Yet in the chaos, find the art,
A mosaic of the soul’s own plea,
For in the fractured heart,
Lives a beauty only it can see.