Echoes of Silence

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These vibrant walls

Are no longer painted with elation

This unstable roof

No longer offers me protection

But rather inflicts pain

Unbearable to the heart

And leaving the soul

Arid and debilitating

Your picture taunts men

Haunts me with its lifeless eyes

Observing men

Glaring at me with disappointment

I become powerless

As they pierce me

Like too sharp daggers

Drenched in your complacency

You have departed

What seems to be eons ago

But why do I

Incredulously find myself revulsive?

Why do I

Vociferously argue with myself?

Why does my shadow frighten me?

And why

Does this silence volubly echo

Through deserted hallways...?


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