The clock ticks louder when silence takes the throne,
A tyrant of stillness, ruling my hollowed home.
Shadows stretch long, like memories that cling,
Every corner whispers, and the echoes sting.
The air is thick, dense with words unsaid,
A battlefield of questions, all left for dead.
What was the moment, the thread that unraveled?
When did we shift from paths entwined to gravel?
Tears come unbidden, sharp as the moonlight’s glare,
Tracing their rivers down cheeks laid bare.
The walls bear witness, stoic, unmoved,
As sobs fill the void your absence has proved.
The bed feels larger, an ocean of despair,
Sheets untouched, no warmth to share.
Pillows like anchors drag me to the deep,
But dreams won’t come—only wakefulness I keep.
My thoughts scream louder than any spoken plea,
Each “why” a wound, each “how” a plea.
Was it the weight of love, too heavy to hold?
Or the fear of fires burning uncontrolled?
I stare at the ceiling, seeking solace in stars,
But find only silence, a mirror of my scars.
In the loudness of nothing, my soul lays bare,
And I wonder—did you leave, or were you never there?
The night stretches on, unyielding and cruel,
A harsh reminder that the heart has no rule.
And as dawn creeps in, painting skies anew,
I ask the void: How do I unbecome you?
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A passionate read very cleverly written, glad i read it
again thank you soo mucchh it reallyyy means the world to me that u read all my poems
You are very welcome
Brilliant
thank you so much
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