Subtle pain

Subtle pain ,
Turning off the chaotic world before us.
Entering into our zone,
Where sleepless nights,
And anxiety have forgotten their welcome,
Overstayed,
Over-indulged,
Over a time period,
The start and end to which is a smudged vision,
Of the damaged eyes.
Where did it all start ?
In the heart or the mind?
Or in some physical place?
What realm did it start ,
And to where it is flowing?
Subtlety,
Is an art.
An art of making you accustomed ,
Numb,
Suppressed,
Taken,
Pretty much turn over into something,
Slow responding,
And fast eliminating.
It's depressing,
Or not.
But the silence is eating away at our patience,
The silence is screaming away at a decible we cannot hear.
It's simply churning with us,
We cannot fathom,
Are we getting a stroke?
Or is it gastric maybe ?
Or just my emotions?
It cannot be defined ,
When it has crept into your life,
And secretly hid into your being!