In days of yore, I danced upon life's stage,
With fervent hope, my soul untouched by fears,
But now, my heart, beleaguered in its cage,
Is filled with sorrow, drenched in bitter tears.

The past, a specter hovering in the mist,
A haunting wraith that never seems to flee,
It lurks within my mind, relentless, persist,
Its icy grasp, unyielding, clutching me.

And as I gaze into the haze ahead,
The future looms, obscured by veil of doubt,
Its path, elusive, fills my heart with dread,
No guiding light, no hope to bring about.

Thus, in the present, struggle I must bear,
For pain alone resides in my despair.

But when will fortune turn its fickle face?
To grant me respite from...