"Zwijgen Voor Altijd"
Within these walls,
memory claws again—
talons once raked
through tender skin.
The bars still hold
their verdict tight.
The sound of boots
in narrow halls
marks a rhythm
too sharp to forget.
Each strike recalls
the sentence spoken.
Two figures bend low,
eyes narrowed,
searching shadows
for a place to breathe.
Their names unspoken,
their silence shared.
Night grants a pause,
a fragile cover.
Yet even sleep
cannot hold its tongue:
dreams spill
what waking lips conceal.
The silence cracks,
then seals again.
Beneath stone,
a chamber waits.
No cipher speaks—
only the sentence
of lifelong silence.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Well Cryptic this one is cryptic. The feeling is there but not the substance. It lies concealed in that chamber condemned to life long silence. You are right there is no cypher for this, to put words to dreams and their feelings. Dreams that appear clear hold symbols of fear and mystery not coded in waking words. There is a haunted feeling to this poem that speaks out of the dark in unintelligible mumbles never revealing the monster in the cell. A lovely write my friend a fave
Thanks, Soren. Silence has so much power than the cold shoulder that could very well be its most common expression. 🕊️🙏
You are most welcome Cryptic yes indeed so true it is a blunt force, a club when wielded that keeps the adversary away.
Bit of french there?! Zwigen-wotsit. I never did get the hang of some languages! lol.
Well, if this is cryptic, as some other poets say, there's no chance of me getting to the true meaning(s) of it. lol.
Only when the silence is unbearable, O! 🕊️🙏
My friend, this reads like memory carved into stone… restrained, brutal, beautifully controlled. The quiet becomes its own story. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Make one wonder how lives are led in silent meditation... e.g. like the cloistered Guenevere, et al. 🕊️🙏
For sure. It does!
Powerful work...you build tention and create a vivid picture
Thanks, Thomas! Always appreciative 🙏🕊️
BOO!! I did not keep silent. lol. 'Oh, go back to sleep,' says Fido to me. 'Why did you wake up and shatter the silence?' lol.
Wouldn't expect anything less! Cheers, O🙏🕊️
I get a Picture of Someone in Prison from this .
Yes or No? But - a fine Poem.
Yes, Kevin. It could be both. That’s the way it was written. Many thanks, mate 🕊️🙏🏻
That silence in our life can be such a powerful and life saving place to be Rik.
Andy
That it is, Andy. Thanks. 🙏🏻🕊️
I felt the poem transporting me to the place it talked about- perhaps one of the strongest appreciation I know of. Fave.
May we all have the strongest appreciation. Thanks so much 🙏🏻🕊️
A poem that haunts you with its unspoken words yet deep message. Well done 👍
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