Not Well

In the dim light of a quiet room,

I feel the weight of a shadowed gloom.

Yet struggles to find the notes to show.

The days blend into one another,

I reach for dreams that seem to fade,

In a world where hope seems overplayed.

Though not well, I fight through the haze,

With weary steps and fragile grace,

I navigate this shadowed place.

For even when the spirits wane,

In the depths of night, there’s still a gain.

And find a way to rise again.