I woke to darkness, cold and deep,
A silent whisper stole my sleep.
Shadows danced upon the wall,
Their twisted fingers stretched so tall.
The air was thick with unseen eyes,
A distant echo filled with cries.
Footsteps creaked but none were there,
Just empty halls and vacant air.
My voice was lost, my feet were stone,
Trapped inside a world unknown.
Every turn led back to fear,
The past I ran from drawing near.
I saw my failures, sharp and clear,
The ghosts of doubt stood ever near.
Their hollow laughter filled my chest,
A weight too heavy for my breath.
Hands reached out from memories torn,
Dragging me where pain was born.
Faces blurred but voices stayed,
Repeating words that never fade.
I fought to wake, to break the spell,
To leave this self-made, living hell.
But fear’s embrace held firm and tight,
A shadow hand that stole my light.
Then in the distance, faint but true,
A whisper called, a spark broke through.
And though my past still bared its teeth,
I found the strength to stand beneath.
My worst nightmare tried to stay,
But dawn arrived and took away.
The fears that thrived inside my mind,
Were only real if left behind.