A storm brews softly in the quiet mind,
A tempest unseen, yet deeply confined.
Whispers of shadows, they creep and they crawl,
Building a fortress, an unyielding wall.

The sun may shine, but it doesn’t break through,
A haze of gray clouds obscures every hue.
The heart beats steady, yet it feels so numb,
An endless echo of thoughts that won’t come.

Eyes meet the world, but it doesn’t reflect,
The soul’s silent struggle, the...