Whispers in the dark

A shadow clings where light once lay,

A silent thief that steals the day.

It paints the world in shades of gray,

And drowns the words we wish to say.

A weightless weight upon the chest,

No wounds to show, no time to rest.

The smile we wear, a paper mask

A quiet ache no one dares ask.

But still a spark, however small,

Survives beneath the crushing fall.

And though the night feels never through,

A dawn may rise, for me, for you.