Through the Endless Night
In the grip of the night, where silhouettes merge,
Despair finds its rhythm, an unwelcome surge.
Struck down by the unseen, left to fend,
Breathing hollow air, where paths never bend.
No star in the sky, no end to this plight,
Just the breath of the wind, through the endless night.
Looking back yields only stains of pain,
Forward holds only the same refrain.
Each inhalation a battle, each moment worn,
Seeking a flicker of light in the dawn.
But the mind spins out relentless repeats,
A symphony of chaos, never complete.
No star in the sky, no end to this plight,
Just the breath of the wind, through the endless night.
Looking back yields only stains of pain,
Forward holds only the same refrain.
Each inhalation a battle, each moment worn,
Seeking a flicker of light in the dawn.
But the mind spins out relentless repeats,
A symphony of chaos, never complete.
No star in the sky, no end to this plight,
Just the breath of the wind, through the endless night.
Looking back yields only stains of pain,
Forward holds only the same refrain.
Wired for a downfall, in tales we spin,
A dance of shadows, truth and sin.
In the depths of isolation, we carve our place,
Lost in the swirls of an endless chase.
Yet in this darkness, a soft breath might rise,
A thread of melody, under cold skies.
Echoing the poets, the songs they wove,
Finding solace in the verses they strove.
No star in the sky, no end to this plight,
Just the breath of the wind, through the endless night.
Looking back yields only stains of pain,
Forward holds only the same refrain.
Here in the silence, I find my tune,
A melody of resilience, beneath the moon.
Amidst the silhouettes, a faint light gleams,
In the darkest of places, a dreamer dreams.
In the grip of the night, where silhouettes merge,
A melody of resilience, beneath the moon.
Amidst the silhouettes, a faint light gleams,
In the darkest of places, a dreamer dreams.