In the heart of midnightâs silent roar,
A battle rages, unseen by the eye.
Whispers clash like thunderâs core,
Where dreams and doubts entwine and vie.
The shadows dance with flickering light,
A dance of fear and fragile grace.
In the depths of this endless night,
Hope and despair weave their embrace.
Voices rise in a silent cry,
Echoes of what once was whole.
The heart seeks peace beneath the sky,
Yet finds only fragments of the soul.
Through the storm, a whisper calls,
A promise of dawnâs gentle ray.
In the quiet, a resolve enthralls,
To find the light and greet the day.