In the quiet corridors of my mind,
Shadows dance and whispers bind.
Echoes of moments long and true,
Leave imprints of a haunting hue.
Beneath the stars that refuse to shine,
Memories linger, intertwined.
A silent scream in the nightâs embrace,
Seeking solace, a gentle place.
The heart, a vessel, fragile and worn,
Holds the weight of stories torn.
Yet in the darkness, a flicker of light,
Promises dawn, dispelling the night.
Through tears, a strength begins to rise,
Healing the soul beneath the skies.
As shadows fade and whispers cease,
The heart finds its long-sought peace.