In shadows deep, where whispers sigh,
I ponder all, as silence nigh.
What weight is this upon my heart?
A heavy cloak, a restless start.
Is joy a fleeting ghost I chase,
Or echoed reminders of a lost face?
The world spins on, a restless dance,
While I stand still, caught in a trance.
What purpose lies in this charade,
In smiles worn thin, in dreams delayed?
Am I but dust, a fleeting breath,
A shadow cast, a dance with death?
Each day a mirror, cracked and worn,
Reflecting hopes that feel forlorn.
Is there a path, a light to find,
Or am I bound, forever blind?
In questioning, I seek to see,
The fragments of what’s left of me.
Yet in this ache, this heavy gloom,
Is there a seed, a chance to bloom?