In the quiet corners of a restless soul,
Lies a battle, silent, yet fiercely whole.
A dance with shadows, a gentle plea,
Bound by chains that few can see.

A fleeting moment, an escape from pain,
Promises of solace, yet all in vain.
The heart beats heavy, with burdens untold,
In a world where dreams are bought and sold.

Eyes that once sparkled, now dim with despair,
Lost in a haze, in the thin, fragile air.
The whispers grow louder, drowning the light,
In the endless cycle of day and night.

But hope remains, a flicker in the dark,
A gentle reminder, a lingering spark.
For in every heart, there lies a way,
To break the chains and find a brighter day.