When the silence speaks (a collection of poems)

,,Memories"

Pictures on the wall, faces smeared by time,
Eyes that once watched—now hollow, black,
The halls moan softly where laughter has died,
Shadows crawl where memories hide.

A mirror shattered—each fragment a face,
Whispers echo from their glassy embrace,
The window is sealed, blackened with age,
Yet something scratches from within the cage.

Should I take the pictures down?
Should I dare disturb the stagnant air?
What if the mirror draws blood when rebuilt?
What waits if the window is torn from its silt?

I remember their faces, yet they feel wrong,
Their voices echo like a twisted song,
No mirror is needed—my reflection has fled,
No window can open; I’m already dead.

The door stands open, dark and wide,
Cold fingers brush against my side.
I could leave, escape into the night,
But the house... it whispers. It knows my fright.

Who will dust these cursed frames?
Who will walk these halls when no one remains?
Who will piece together the mirror’s dark grin?
And who will remember... the nightmare within?

Note: I won 1st place on a writhing competition this year with this poem😆🎉