In the shadows of the mind, where anguish thrives,
Pain dances, a relentless specter of the night.
Whispers of agony, like a haunting lullaby,
Sing the mournful tunes of suffering’s plight.

Beneath the weight of sorrow, hearts break unseen,
Tears fall like rain, a silent, ceaseless stream.
The soul, a battlefield of endless strife,
Yearns for solace in the darkness of its dream.

Each breath a struggle, each step a heavy chain,
The world a blur of misery and disdain.
Yet in the depths of despair, a flicker resides,
A spark of hope within the storm’s relentless tide.

For even in the darkest night, a dawn must come,
A glimmer of light to chase the shadows away.
In the heart’s quiet resilience, strength is found,
To rise again, and greet the break of day.