In the quiet chambers of the soul's retreat,
A symphony of shadows, where sorrows meet.
Silent screams paint the canvas of despair,
Whispers of solitude linger in the air.

Heavy is the heart, burdened and worn,
In the labyrinth of thoughts, lost and torn.
A dance with demons, a relentless tide,
In the hollow echoes, emotions hide.

Yet, within the darkness, a flicker persists,
A fragile ember that sorrow resists.
Through the ebb and flow of the internal sea,
Hope whispers softly, longing to be free.

In the silent struggle, a tale untold,
Of resilience rising, strong and bold.
For in the depths where despair resides,
A phoenix of strength within us abides.
© Folkland