pains a heavy chain by Ronnelle Harvey

In the garden of dreams, where the shadows creep, Lost souls whisper secrets, in the night they seep, Passion blooms like roses, thorns dig deep, Life’s a wicked game, man, I’m in too steep. Dark thoughts in the air, like a storm that brews, Chasing demons in the night, got my heart to lose, Echoes of the past, in the silence, they muse, Pain’s a heavy chain, but I refuse to snooze. Hustle in the moonlight, while the world’s asleep, Fighting through the nightmares, promises I keep, Rising from the ashes, through the dirt I leap, In this garden of dreams, the harvest's mine to reap. Nightmares turn to visions, in the depths I dive, Survivor’s instinct, it's the will to thrive, Every scar a story, keep the spirit alive, In the garden of dreams, that’s where we strive. or