The Stalwart’s Lament, an Echo of the Unbroken

In shadows deep, where doubts do creep,
Echoes of failure, a chorus that seeps.
Within a mind where tumult roars,
A desolate landscape, my spirit explores.

Every face a mirror, a reflection of dread,
An army of fears, each word they've said.
Yet louder still, that voice within,
That brands my struggles as mortal sin.

Screams that shake the inner sanctum's peace,
All external noise, yet internal cease.
A voice, relentless, it berates and it hails,
"See you, the stalwart, how miserably fails."

In the galleries of memory, each failure's etched,
Each slip, each tumble, my soul is stretched.
Canvassed in dark hues of despair and pain,
A portrait of defeat, in my mind's silent lane.

Beneath a sky bereft of stars,
My soul cries out, seeks solace from scars.
An end it yearns, an end to this plight,
Yet fear holds firm, with a coward's might.

Each moment's an epoch, every breath a fight,
In this realm of despair, shrouded in endless night.
Yet, the coward pauses, for it knows the truth,
In the end of endings, lies not the soothing soothe.

The end is but a chapter closed,
Not a balm for the wounds exposed.
Yet courage lies not in seeking the end,
But in facing the storm, unbowed, unbent.

So, I summon the strength, from depths unknown,
In the heart of despair, a seed of hope is sown.
The coward pauses, the brave persists,
In the dance of life, this rhythm exists.