The Hidden Anguish, Beneath Every Step

The Hidden Anguish, Beneath Every Step

In each creak of the floor, the silence is torn,Echoes of anguish, from hearts bruised and worn.Beneath every step, lies a sorrowful plea,In the shadows of joy, where pain’s shadows flee.Creeping from corners where nightmares have slept,A secret unspoken, by each footstep wept.A whispering wail from the depths of despair,Lives in the woodwork, in each bristled hair.The weight of the world in each minute groan,Under the boards, where the anguish is sown.Each tread a reminder of secrets kept,A hidden anguish, beneath every step.The floorboards betray, with a moan and a sigh,A history of hardship where shadows lie.Each shift and each shuffle, a tale of regret,A dance with the darkness, a ghostly duet.From the creaking below where the lost souls have slept,Emerges the pain that the shadows have kept.The hidden anguish, beneath every step,A tale of torment where quiet is kept.From floorboards that groan and walls that conspire,The dark whispers emerge, a heart’s funeral pyre.Each step is a story of dreams gone amiss,Of silent sorrows, and moments of bliss.So tread with care where the echoes are deep,Where memories linger and shadows creep.For beneath every step, in the dust and the gloom,Lies a tale of anguish, and an eternal tomb.In the quiet of night where the secrets have slept,The hidden anguish, beneath every step.