In the quiet hours where echoes fade,
Loneliness whispers, cutting like glass,
A fracture in time, like a faded parade,
Through the silence, I wander, lost in the past.
The walls close in, they’re heavy and still,
Every heartbeat becomes a distant drum,
I’m tracing my dreams with a quivering quill,
In a world of collapse, where no colors come.
There’s a ghost on the corner, just out of sight,
We exchange our secrets in shadows and sighs,
With a flicker of hope, we drown in the night,
As the clock ticks down, and the daylight dies.
These fractured reflections, they dance in my mind,
Replaying the moments that slipped through the cracks,
If silence could speak of the ties that defined,
We'd unravel the threads of the love that we lacked.
But the echoes grow fainter, as night swallows day,
In this cavern of thoughts, I reach for the dawn,
Though the road feels untraveled, and purpose astray,
I’ll gather the pieces, reconstruct what is gone.
With each misstep forward, the shadows recede,
We’ll build from the ruins, a bridge over fears,
A mosaic from heartache, a tapestry freed,
In the silence we find what the deep silence cheers.
And as the dawn breaks, with colors anew,
I’ll carry the weight of the past in my chest,
Together we'll find what it means to renew,
Embracing the sunlight, I'll finally rest.
Alternative
Loneliness, silence, fracture, lost, collapse