In the warm water, silence lingers,
Like a blanket covering pain.
The soul, exhausted, no longer dares
To scream for help, nor for love’s gain.
The eyes lose themselves in emptiness,
Mirrors of a world that has decayed.
Scars sink in a coldness
That time silenced all at once, unafraid.
There are no hands, nor empty vows,
Only the weight of being, falling down.
A body, amidst fruitless prayers,
No longer knows if it wishes to resist the frown.
But even without voice, without light,
The water wraps, serene and pure.
As if to say, with gentle might,
"You are still here. Tomorrow, for sure..."
YOU ARE READING
illusions
Şiir"This is where I write down my thoughts and ideas about various topics that pique people's curiosity."
