In caverns of my mind, a starless night,
No guiding moon, no path, no guiding light.
I wander lost, through twisting, shadowed halls,
Where whispers echo off these lonely walls.
The air is thick with thoughts, a tangled maze,
Of doubts and fears, of sorrow’s hazy daze.
Memories flicker, like dying embers’ glow,
Casting long shadows on the path I don’t know.
Aching questions, unanswered, pierce the gloom,
A heavy silence hangs within this room.
I yearn for solace, for a gentle ray,
To chase away the darkness of the day.
But hope remains, a fragile, flickering spark,
A distant echo in the inky dark.
A silent plea escapes my lips, a prayer,
That I may find my way, and breathe the air
Of sunlit meadows, where the shadows flee,
And lose myself, at last, and truly be.