Lost in time's cruel grip,
her spirit lay confined,
It was but a tired illusion.

With walls built from her shattered dreams,
Cracks etched deep, like wounds unseen,
Where lies echoes of silenced screams.

Once stood proud, a beacon of strength,
Now weathered by the weight she bore,
Her essence yearning to extend its length.

Through broken windows, glimpses of light,
Reveal a past of hidden strife,
Yet whispers of resilience take flight.

The...