In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where whispers echo soft and low,
Lies the tangled web we find,
Of worries that refuse to go.

Shadows stretch across the day,
Beneath the sun’s relentless gaze,
And in the heart where hopes once lay,
A storm of thoughts begins to blaze.

The clocks tick with a heavy chime,
Marking moments lost in flight,
As dreams dissolve like grains of time,
In the endless sea of night.

Yet in the chaos, strength is born,
A flicker in the darkest hour,
For though the spirit may be worn,
It holds the seeds of gentle power.