In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where echoes of hunger softly chime,
A battle wages, unseen, untold,
Against the silence that takes its hold.

A mirror reflects a distorted view,
Where truth is lost and shadows grew,
Each bite, a question, each meal, a doubt,
In a world where silence screams out loud.

Once vibrant eyes now dim and wary,
Of the whispers that seem to carry,
A weightless burden, invisible chains,
Binding the heart in endless pains.

Yet within this storm, a light persists,
Hope, a whisper beneath the mist,
A gentle hand reaching, ever near,
To break the silence, to quell the fear.