Unseen, Unheard..

In realms of sleep, where shadows play, I walk a path , and lose my way. A silent dread, begins to creep, no guiding star, no secrets to keep. Through endless fog, I blindly roam, aching for light, yearning for home. My triumphs fade , like whispers in the air, unseen, unheard, a silent despair. I reach for hands, but find no grasp, My voice unheard, a fleeting gasp. The accolades earned, now turn to dust, a hollow victory , a broken trust. Awakening quick, with a start and a fright, The dream's cold grip, still holds me tight. A fear profound, withing my soul, to be lost in shadows, beyong control.