In the quiet corners of the soul,
Where shadows softly creep,
Lies a battle, fierce and bold,
In the depths where secrets sleep.
A storm of thoughts, unspoken cries,
Like waves upon a restless sea,
Behind the mask of smiling eyes,
A silent plea for serenity.
The heart, a battlefield of dreams,
Where echoes of the past reside,
Through tangled webs of shattered schemes,
Hope and despair gently collide.
Yet in the darkness, light may bloom,
A whisper of courage, softly found,
To chase away the looming gloom,
And mend the soul, gently unbound.