A heavy cloak of silence, thick and deep,
Envelops me, a prisoner I keep.
No words escape, no thoughts are shared,
A solitary soul, deeply scarred.
The air is still, a stagnant pond,
Where echoes of the past resound.
A haunting melody, a mournful tune,
Playing on repeat, beneath the moon.
The silence stings, a venomous bite,
A constant ache, a painful plight.
It creeps into my mind, a parasite,
Consuming thoughts, both day and night.
I yearn for sound, a simple word,
A whisper, soft, a gentle bird.
But silence reigns, a tyrant's rule,
Forcing me to play a fool.
Oh, break this spell, this deadly chain,
Release me from this silent pain.
Let words find voice, let thoughts take flight,
And bring me back from darkest night.
About the Creator
Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook


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