Consume

In shadows deep, where whispers dwell,

A heavy fog casts its silent spell.

Like chains of sorrow wrapped so tight,

It dims the spark that once burned bright.

Each morning rises, but hope feels thin,

A weary battle fought within.

The colors fade to shades of gray,

As laughter's echo drifts away.

Days blend together, a monotonous stream,

Chasing the fading remnants of a dream.

Isolation's grip, a suffocating cloak,

In the stillness, I feel myself choke.

Yet in this darkness, I search for light,

A flicker of hope, a reason to fight.

For even the night must yield to dawn,

And from the ashes, I can be reborn.

Though depression consumes and drags me down,

I hold on tight, refusing to drown.

With each small step, I’ll rise once more,

To reclaim the joy I’m fighting for.