In the depths of silence I exist,
A voice that falters, a whisper lost,
Echoes swallowed by the vast abyss,
Nobody can hear me, my truth embossed.
I speak, but my words fall on deaf ears,
Lost in the void of indifference and fear,
My song, a symphony of unheard cries,
Lingers in the air, a silent sigh.
I yearn to be heard, to break the spell,
To shatter the walls that confine me,
But my voice remains locked in a lonely cell,
Yearning for freedom, craving to be free.
I scream in silence, my vocal cords strained,
Seeking solace in the winds that blow,
But they carry my words, forever unrestrained,
To a world that refuses to bestow.
Invisible, I wander through crowded streets,
My existence blurred, a ghostly haze,
I reach out, yearning for someone to meet,
But they pass me by, lost in life's maze.
I am a whisper in a world of noise,
A forgotten verse in the grandest of songs,
But deep within, a fire still burns and toys,
With the hope that one day, my voice belongs.
Nobody can hear me, or so it seems,
But still, I persist, I refuse to yield,
For even in silence, my spirit teems,
With dreams that cannot be concealed.
So I'll keep speaking, keep raising my voice,
Though it may echo in an empty room,
I'll keep singing, for in my heart I rejoice,
Knowing my words will find their bloom.
For even if nobody can hear me now,
In the symphony of life, I'll find my place,
And when the world finally takes a bow,
My voice will resound, in boundless grace.
