Echoes of Silence

A dose of attention—could it heal?
The sting of abandonment I silently feel.
A spoonful of care—might it restore?
The shattered pieces of loneliness I ignore.
But nothing can touch the hollow inside,
No remedy soothes where my boredom reside.

I watch the pot blacken, the flames climb high,
Too weary to stop it, too drained to try.
As it burns and oozes, slipping away,
My thoughts unravel, lost in disarray.
Desire lies smothered in this cruel, blazing world,
A once-bright flame now muted and curled.

Like a wife discarded, her vows betrayed,
I lie alone where shadows cascade.
Facing the wall in this endless night,
No arms to hold me, no warmth in sight.
Only sadness snores softly by my side,
A companion uninvited, yet here to abide.

Cry, my infant cry—but I hear no sound,
No tender whimper, no echoes rebound.
Call, skylark, call—but your song won’t come,
The silence screams where I am numb.
Its voice is loud, yet painfully still,
A haunting refrain I cannot kill.

I stare at nothing in this endless void,
A heart once whole, now shattered and destroyed.
Darkness surrounds, but it offers no rest,
Only the weight of grief pressed to my chest.
Here in the nothingness, I am unseen,
A prisoner of silence, where life has been.