A HAUNTING ECHO

In the silent realm where shadows creep,
A haunting echo disturbs my sleep.
Painful memories, ghosts in the night,
They wield their power, dimming the light.

Within the chambers of my mind,
A gallery of sorrows, cruel and unkind.
Each image etched with a bitter taste,
A symphony of heartache, not to be erased.

Moonlight weaves through the fabric of dreams,
Yet, the darkness persists, or so it seems.
Visions of yesteryears, a relentless stream,
A cruel kaleidoscope, a tortured scheme.

Sleep, elusive, like a wisp in the air,
In the theater of the mind, a desolate lair.
The pillows absorb tears, silent and deep,
As the ghosts of the past in my consciousness seep.

Faces and places, a montage of pain,
A relentless downpour, an unending rain.
The clock ticks slowly, echoing regret,
Each passing moment, a silhouette.

Yet, amid the ruins of shattered repose,
A resilience emerges, a bud that grows.
For in the crucible of anguish and strife,
Lies the potential for a renewed lease on life.

The night may be long, the memories steep,
But dawn awaits, a promise to keep.
Through the labyrinth of the mind, I'll find my way,
And bid farewell to the ghosts that hold sway.