The Dreamer's Pen

Why must I fight these battles alone, carrying shadows no one has known?
A whispering ache, a hollowed plea, drowned in silence, swallowed by me.

The moonlight flickers on my skin,
Tracing the wars that rage within.
Armor cracked, yet none can see, the weight, the fear consuming me.

Echoes dance in empty halls,
Mocking ghosts that hear my calls.
Reaching hands turn into dust,
Promises rust, love turns to rust.

Is there a place where sorrow sleeps, where loneliness no longer creeps? Or must I walk this road unknown,
Fighting wars that aren’t my own?