My presence smothers the spaces I enter, Resembling storm clouds encroaching, dar...

My presence smothers the spaces I enter, Resembling storm clouds encroaching, darkening a summer’s day. My playful joy that once occupied these spaces, Feels like a biting wind consuming the warmth. My hollow eyes are locked in this room, as I try to smile Yet, the sounds around me are washed out, A flash flood of thoughts slowly engulfing my senses. My once vibrant body slouched to the corner ...