In the quiet hours of the night,
When the world is asleep and still,
Shadows of doubt and fear alight,
Their whispers echo, soft yet shrill.
An unseen weight upon my chest,
A silent scream within my soul,
Anxiety steals every breath,
Depression makes me less than whole.
A battle fought without a sound,
In the confines of my mind,
Where peace and chaos both abound,
And solace is so hard to find.
Yet through the darkness, hope persists,
A fragile light that glows within,
For even in my deepest abyss,
I know that dawn will come again.