Shadows

Shadows Speak
In the hollow of night,
where whispers coil,
Darkness blankets like a shroud of soil,
 Echoes of screams that rattle the bone,
A cadence of sorrow, a heart turned to stone. Beneath the suffocating weight of despair, Dreams lie shattered—fragments in air.
With bruised emotions and eyes void of light,
I stumble through shadows
that consume me whole, each fright.
Abuse clings tighter than chains forged in pain, And silence is heavy, a storm without rain.
Yet deep in this darkness, a flame flickers dim
The will to fight back against fate’s cruel whim. Though haunted by ghosts that persist and entwine,
I gather my strength; I will stand and define—
Not just by the scars that adorn my weary skin,
But the heart that awakens to rise up from within.