In the shadowed corners of a restless mind,
Where echoes of the day refuse to fade,
A relentless tide of worries intertwined,
Paints the silence with colors of dismay.

The ticking clock becomes a mocking friend,
Counting seconds that refuse to yield,
While dreams, once vibrant, now descend,
Into a labyrinth of fears concealed.

Yet in the heart of this tumultuous storm,
A flicker of hope struggles to ignite,
Seeking solace in a gentle, unseen form,
That whispers softly through the night.

For even amidst the chaos and the strain,
A fragile light can pierce the darkened veil,
Reminding us that peace can be regained,
And in our hearts, resilience prevails.