"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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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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