Thief of Time

In the shadows where memories creep,  

A thief of time, silent and deep,  

It slips through fingers like grains of sand,  

Stealing the moments we’d hoped to expand.  

A mind adrift on a turbulent sea,  

Caught in the echoes of what used to be,  

Trauma whispers, a siren’s call,  

Drawing me back to the rise and the fall.  

Each thought a chain, heavy and tight,  

Binding my heart in the stillness of night,  

I wander through corridors lost and alone,  

As the present fades, a ghostly tone.