It begins with a whisper,

A shadow of what once was clear,

Time slips like sand through fingers,

Fading echoes of our fears.

Days turn to nights,

As the clock’s cruel hands unwind,

Chasing dreams that haunt the silence,

Lost in the whispers of the mind.

I’ve fought the ghosts of yesterday,

But they drown me in their song,

Holding on to fleeting memories,

Wondering where I went wrong.

In the end, it all unravels,

The ties that bound, now frayed and torn,

I had to fall to rise again,

In the ashes, a new dawn is born.

I’ve given all, yet hold so little,

Pushed to edges, where shadows dwell,

Through the chaos, I’ve learned to breathe,

In this darkness, I find my spell.

I tried so hard, but the years slip past,

Left with echoes, and a heart of glass,

As the curtain falls, and the lights grow dim,

In the end, I rise again, though the chances seem slim.