In the quiet corners of his mind,
A storm swirls, leaving peace behind.
Thoughts race like leaves in a restless breeze,
Yet he's anchored, trapped, on shaking knees.
Loneliness whispers in every sound,
A hollow echo that knows no bound.
The world moves on, but he's out of sync,
Drowning in the chaos where others think.
A spark of hope, a fleeting flame,
Extinguished quickly, the dark's to blame.
Focus shattered, time slips away,
Another lost hour, another gray day.
And yet, within this shadowed strife,
Flickers a will, a thread of life.
Though heavy the burden, deep the despair,
A quiet strength reminds he's still there.
