The clouds engulf the sun,
as is it were a storm.
The thunder silent and invisible,
yet it swallows the only light left.
Perception of life is a fog,
no room for thoughts of summer,
For not even a crack of the light remaining
could show the hidden storm.
She roams around freely, never missing a step
For if she missed a step, silent thunder no more
For her mind is a festering tornado,
that will always twist and never rest.
The storm will never pass,
Always pushing her to the edge
but jumping will only block the beams
of the little light she has left.
Silent suffering are the rest of her days,
as she waits for the storm to pass
for she hopes that a crack of light
will destroy the hidden storm.