In the shadows, a lost soul roams,
Through winding paths and silent groans.
No map to guide, no light to find,
Just echoes of a troubled mind.
A ghostly figure in the night,
Drifting aimlessly out of sight.
Searching for solace, yearning for peace,
In the tumultuous waves, seeking release.
Haunted by memories, burdened with pain,
Yearning for sunshine amidst the rain.
Yet every step leads deeper into the abyss,
Where darkness reigns with a cold, relentless kiss.
But hope still flickers, a tiny flame,
Guiding the lost soul, whispering its name. Though weary and worn, it carries on, Knowing somewhere, the light of dawn.
So, wanderer of the night, don't lose faith,
For even in darkness, there's a path to grace. Hold onto hope, let it be your guide,
And one day, the lost soul will surely find.
© Azz_lia