The Echo of Silence

Life shatters, splinters into jagged shards,

A heart fractured, questions left unasked.

Why do they live, these people—

Archiving themselves for borrowed smiles,

Burning their emotions,

Just to survive in a world that feels so hostile?

The earth whispers in stillness,

The trees sway without a sound,

Nature has no need for noise,

Yet we, we scream in silence, unbound.

Life becomes a hollow shell,

A place where the mind unravels to zero,

What is left to recover, when all is gone?

Only the echo of what we truly are—

Silence.

In a space crowded with noise,

I hear nothing, no hymns, no bells,

Just stuck, floating as an aura,

Unseen, unheard, but strangely calm.

Being like a soul isn’t so bad,

For now, I carry no weight, no burden to bear.

A drift in silence,

Free from the tether of a world unaware.