In the silent corridors of the mind,
Shadows dance with whispered sighs.
Each thought a heavy stone to find,
In the depths where loneliness lies.

The world outside a distant hum,
Where laughter fades to muted gray.
In the solitude, I become
A ghost wandering through the day.

Beneath the weight of unseen chains,
Hope flickers like a dying flame.
In the rain, I hide my pains,
Yet the storm still knows my name.

But in this darkness, I seek the light,
A gentle hand to guide me through.
For even the longest night
Must yield to skies of morning blue.