Your name brings tears, every single time,
The pain and happiness still overwhelming, a mix of joyful cries.
Your absence is a raw ache, a wound that won't heal,
The memories of your suffering, a pain I still feel.
Dark skies and heavy clouds gather over my eyes,
When the tears won't fall, your pictures make me try.
YOU ARE READING
The Sound of Silence
Non-FictionHave you ever dared to listen to the whispers of silence? It may seem like a deafening void, but if you open your ears and heart, you will uncover a tale that is yet to be told. It could be the story of a universe unfolding, the murmur of your own...
