𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬

𝟎𝟏

Silence, like a prison, has become my constant companion, trapping my words behind an impenetrable wall of solitude.

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄 (𝟏):

The loudest silence is the one inside of one's own mind.

𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌 (𝟏):

I am trapped in a small, cramped room

The walls closing in on me from all

The air is almost suffocating in its intensity

There is no sound, no movement

Just the deafening silence

That presses down on me like a weighty blanket

The only thing I can hear is the sound of my own rapid breathing

I try to speak, to call out

But my voice dies in my throat

I pace back and forth trying to find a way out

But there is none

This silent hell is burning my skin

It whispers to me

Taunts me

Telling me I'm alone

That no one can hear me

That I'm a prisoner to my own solitude

The clock on the wall ticks by

Each second an eternity

I watch the minutes pass by

Each one marked by the steady beat of the beat

I try to think, to remember

To dream of a way out of this hell

But the darkness surrounds me from all sides

I try to remember the sound of another's voice

The feel of another's touch

But all I can remember is the absence of sound

The absence of touch

No one knows I am here

No one cares

I watch the children outside

Their laughter scratching and burning my scars

I envy them, those carefree little angels

They laugh and play without a care in the world

Blissfully unaware of the silent hell that I'm living in

I watch them through the window

Their little faces filled with joy and wonder

They run and jump, their feet thudding on the grass

Their laughter ringing through the air

It cuts me deep, their happiness

It reminds me of all the things

I'm missing, all the things I'm deprived of

I'm a prisoner, a prisoner to silence

How I long to feel the grass under my feet

The wind on my face

How long have I been here?

Will anyone ever hear my cries for help?

Why have I been left alone, alone with this relentless silence?

Do my loves ones even remember me?