How Lost We Wander, Yet Hope Remains Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

In crumbling world, each step I take, I feel,
Lost, sans beacon in the dark of night.
A specter trapped, no purpose to reveal,
A ghostly vessel, devoid of guiding light.

Amidst the chaos, paths obscure, I tread,
With every stride, the ground beneath gives way.
No haven found, no solace in my head,
Just drifting aimlessly, day after day.

Yet hope persists, a flicker in the gloom,
A distant star that guides my weary soul.
Though shadows loom, and doubts may fiercely loom,
I'll press ahead, my fractured self-made whole.

For even in the depths of dark despair,
A spark ignites, to light the path somewhere.