Hope Remains.

 In the depths of my being, a rhythmic sound,

My heart pounds fiercely, its echoes resound.

 An unknown fear, a shadowed despair, Whispers in my mind, as I journey through air.

The path ahead, bathed in intensity's glow, A future uncharted, yet destined to grow. But amidst the chaos, a pain takes its toll, An ache in my soul, consuming me whole.

Why am I here, in this mental abyss?

A place of confusion, where joy is amiss. For happiness sought, but eludes my grasp, And sadness prevails, its hold in a clasp.

Yet, fret not, for this is just a phase, 

A passing storm, with transient haze. 

The darkness shall fade, like the twilight's fall, As a new sun arises, casting its thrall.

With rays of pure happiness, divinely bright,

It shall pierce the gloom, ignite the night. For life marches on, in its ceaseless parade, People come and go, like a serenade.

In memories woven, a select few shall dwell, Leaving traces behind, stories they tell. 

And as time spins its tapestry, forever untold, Their echoes shall linger, like treasures of old.

So let the heart pound, with hope's steadfast beat, Embrace the unknown, with courage replete. 

For life's enigmatic dance, we all must embrace, And find solace in moments, both tender and base.