When the silence speaks (a collection of poems)

,,Love"

A cage...
Bars of gold and silver going high and might.
The air is thick, suffocating slow,
It presses down, but no one will know.
If I try to fly, I might touch the sky,
But the wings are clipped, the ceiling too high.
I walk in circles, endless and tight,
Around and around—trapped in the night.
Why? Who dares to say?
The bars laugh; they’re here to stay.

A chain...
Black and white, forged in whispers, a silent groan.
Coiled like serpents around my throat,
A phantom's grip, no way to float.
It stops the heart, then lets it race,
Tightens slowly, leaving no trace.
You scream, you leap,
But it pulls you deep.

A voice...
Sticky with honey, sickly sweet,
Promises whispered, no escape from deceit.
It echoes low, laced with dread,
Words of love—or things unsaid?
They twist and turn, sharp and keen.
A smile, a lie—too close to trust,
It speaks of love, but it’s only dust.

Nothing yet a lot in this cage...
A prison built from shimmering gold,
Chains that tighten, growing bold.
Shadows flicker, whispers crawl,
You hear them...but no one hears you.