In the quiet hours of a sleepless night,
Whispers of doubt begin to creep and crawl,
Casting shadows on dreams once bright,
Turning solace into an endless sprawl.

The heart races with a relentless beat,
A dance of fears in a fragile chest,
Seeking refuge from the silent defeat,
In a world where the soul finds no rest.

Eyes wide open in the dim-lit room,
Counting worries like stars in the sky,
Each thought a flower that refuses to bloom,
A storm of whispers that never die.

Yet in the chaos, there’s a gentle plea,
For a moment of peace amidst the strife,
A quiet strength to set the spirit free,
And embrace the light beyond the night.