Obesity

In shadows hiding by burdens grown,  

A silent cry, a spirit torn,  

Each step a weight, each breath a sigh,  

In chains of flesh, the heart does die.  

The mirror’s gaze, a haunting sight,  

Reflections whisper through the night,  

A prison built of self-doubt's stone,  

Where once was laughter, now a moan.  

The wicked grip of hunger's hand,  

A fleeting joy, a cruel demand,  

It steals the spark, the vibrant glow,  

And leaves behind a hollow woe.  

In crowded rooms, a lonely space,  

A battle fought, yet lost the race,  

The mind ensnared, the spirit frail,  

In this dark tale, the dreams grow pale.  

What once was hope, now shadows cast,  

A future bright, a vision past,  

For every bite, a piece is lost,  

In this cruel game, we count the cost.  

So let us weep for souls confined,  

In bodies trapped, in hearts maligned,  

Yet in the depths, a flicker stays,  

A whisper soft, of better days.  

If chains can break, if hearts can mend,  

Perhaps one day, the light will blend,  

And from the darkness, rise anew,  

A song of life, a chance to move.