In the quiet of the mind, where shadows softly fall, A silence lingers gently, like a pale and empty hall. No joy to crack the stillness, no laughter in the air, Just the hum of something hollow, a life that’s simply there.

The storms have long since ended, the skies are clear and wide, But the colors of contentment seem lost beneath the tide.
No battles left to conquer, no fears to face alone, Yet the heart beats on in solitude, like a stone upon a stone.

There’s calm...