When I close my eyes, an utter darkness engulfs me,
As if Erebus himself has cast an eternal shadow over my soul,
A suffocating fear takes over me, whispering of confinement,
I witness a dingy cell bereft of light, where even the memory of radiance is forbidden.
In that harrowing void, I glimpse the anguish of those who dwell in perpetual night,
Whose existence is woven from the threads of shadow,
Whose eyes have never traced the contours of a sunrise,
Whose world is painted in a single, merciless hue;
The unforgiving blackness of oblivion.
Yet they find within their darkness a resilience that outshines the brightest stars,
They sing the sweetest melodies of life,
Their spirits, unyielding, carve paths unseen,
Chasing the faint glimmers of a heavenly radiance that guides them towards the right path.
Humbled by their unshaken fortitude,
I realise how fortunate I am to born with all the blessings of life,
And in this realisation, gratitude blooms within me,
I salute those brave soldiers who suffer, endure and prevail.