the silence doesn't just deafen
it cuts the skin
straight to the bone
etching a figure
of my head bowed
at the thought
of needing to fill emptiness
with emptiness
i don't know who to mourn
so i'll bow my head
and grieve that silence
i've never known
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 2:23 AM UTC
the silence doesn't just deafen
it cuts the skin
straight to the bone
etching a figure
of my head bowed
at the thought
of needing to fill emptiness
with emptiness
i don't know who to mourn
so i'll bow my head
and grieve that silence
i've never known
Written in 2025
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