I’ve fallen, yet in silence I remain,
An aching whisper caught in a refrain.
Your gaze is a fleeting echo, a distant sound,
But I dare not chase it, lest I drown.
Your indifference, like a fog, drapes the air,
And I, a specter, move through it, unaware.
No signal from you, no tremor or sign,
Yet my pulse beats fast, but I hold it in line.
What if I speak, and my words unravel,
A confession that leads to a cold gravel?
The thought of it burns with a quiet disdain,
To fall into nothing, to fade in the rain.
The paradox stirs—do I risk or withdraw?
To step from the shadows, or remain in awe?
For to love without knowledge, without any clue,
Is to build a cathedral on nothing but blue.
But what if the truth is an unbearable weight,
And I shatter the silence, but meet only fate?
A confession that crumbles, a heart left behind,
A desire too reckless, too bitter, too blind.
So I linger in this space, where words remain mute,
Where longing exists, but truth remains mute.
A silent surrender, where hope holds no grace
And I am the prisoner, trapped in this place.
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