When the silence speaks (a collection of poems)

,,Forgotten"

In a garden struck by ghostly light,
in seas of ice, where edges bite,
a forest dense, unmeasured deep,
in a name I hold beyond my will...

You are there, but I am gone,
you remain all alone,
Among shadows vast as night,
rising high, beyond my sight.

“Where am I?” you might ask—
as joy's faint sparks embrace your mask,
a smile so bright—I’m blind to see.
Why are you still suffocating me?

I have left; you remain,
a tethered ghost, love’s own chain.
Who recalls and who forgets?
Why do I cling to your silhouette,
when to you, I’m but a fading spark,
the aftertaste of dreams that lose their mark.