In the quiet corners of the mind,
Shadows dance in muted grace.
Whispers of doubt, a haunting bind,
Painting the soul in a shadowed place.
The weight of silence, heavy and cold,
Wraps around the heart like chains.
Each breath a struggle, stories untold,
Lost in the echoes of invisible pains.
Eyes that search for a hint of light,
Through the fog of an endless night.
Yet hope, a flicker, tries to ignite,
In the depth of a relentless fight.
The dawn awaits with tender hues,
Promising warmth to the weary heart.
For every shadow, a light pursues,
To mend the soul torn apart.