In the quiet corners where shadows play,
Lies a storm of thoughts, unbidden, untamed,
Whispers echoing in the mind’s array,
A restless heart, forever unnamed.

The clock ticks with a heavy, solemn beat,
As doubts unfurl like clouds in the sky,
Each passing moment a tangled deceit,
In the silent dance where fears fly.

Eyes wide open in the midnight hour,
Seeking solace in the dark’s embrace,
Yet, anxiety blooms like a stubborn flower,
Carving lines of worry upon the face.

But in this storm, a quiet strength resides,
A gentle reminder of the dawn’s light,
For in facing shadows, courage abides,
Turning whispered fears into flight.