In the quiet of the night, whispers softly creep,
Shadows of the mind, in the silence they seep.
Restless thoughts take flight, in the moon’s pale beam,
Weaving through the darkness, like a fragmented dream.

Heartbeats echo loud, in the cavern of the chest,
Unseen chains that bind, giving no moment’s rest.
Eyes wide open stare, into the void they peer,
Seeking solace in the night, yet finding only fear.

Breath becomes a storm, in the confines of the soul,
Waves of doubt and dread, that crash and take their toll.
Silent screams resound, in the chambers of the mind,
Searching for a calm, that’s impossible to find.

Yet within this storm, a glimmer softly glows,
A hope that one day soon, these whispers will repose.
For even in the darkest night, the dawn is sure to break,
And with the morning light, a new peace we can make.