In the quiet corners of my mind,
Shadows dance with forgotten dreams.
A silent scream, a muted cry,
Lost in the echoes of what once seemed.

The nights grow long, the days so gray,
A heavy heart, a weary soul.
Each breath a battle, each step a weight,
In this chasm deep, I lose control.

Hope slips through like grains of sand,
A fleeting whisper in the wind.
Darkness wraps its cold embrace,
A relentless foe, a timeless friend.

Yet in the depths, a flicker remains,
A fragile spark of distant light.
For even in the darkest night,
A dawn will break, a new day bright.