The Room Where I Exist

Dev Parth

I don’t speak much
not because I have nothing to say,
but because this world rarely listens
to silence that doesn't scream.

I sit with shadows,
not out of fear
but because they don't expect me
to shine when I’m tired.

People pass like passing clouds
all noise, all rush,
while I stay rooted in storms
they’ll never notice.

I write my thoughts in margins,
not in conversations.
My world is not loud,
but it’s vast
quiet galaxies where I feel everything.

They call it lonely,
but I call it breathing.
Not everyone needs a crowd
to feel alive.

  • Author: Dev parth (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 2nd, 2025 10:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Lorenz
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  • Lorenz

    Be more optimistic dev ! You see sometime you have something to say !

  • Caring dove

    So much sadness in this poem ( ..

  • Poetic Licence

    I got a sense of someone finding some comfort in them being alone, nicely expressed and written

  • sorenbarrett

    I hear you Dev I too prefer quiet most of the time. If I want a little noise I put on music or go listen to the birds they are much more accomodating and seem to listen to what I say too. Well written my friend

    • Dev Parth

      Thank you, I will try whatever you said.

      • sorenbarrett

        My pleasure



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