He sits alone in the darkened room,  
The world outside a distant hum,  
His thoughts, they swirl, they twist, they break,  
A storm inside he can’t escape.  

The light that once brought him home,  
Now flickers cold, a shadow’s throne,  
Each breath he takes, a heavy sigh,  
As hope fades out, and dreams pass by.  

The phone that buzzes on the table,  
Feels like a weight he’s not able  
To lift, to face, to even try,  
As days go on and nights just fly.  

He used to walk at steady pace,  
But now he’s lost in this dark space,  
Where every step feels like a fight,  
Against the pull of the endless night.  

He wonders when the light will break,  
Or if he’ll always feel this ache,  
Alone, adrift, in shadows deep,  
A heart too tired to even weep