Static Where Our Voices Were

A cycle of poems «This Is How We Disappear»

Silent wires and broken chords,
Empty halls with shattered words.
Fading echoes, cold and blur,
Static where our voices were.

Lost in noise, the truth concealed,
Memories we never healed.

Static where our voices were,
Silent screams we can’t deter.
Through the haze, the past recurs,
Fading fast, but still it stirs.
Static where our voices were,
Ghosts of words we can’t transfer.
Though the silence may concur,
Our hearts still fight to be heard.

Fragments of a broken song,
Whispers lost where we belong.
Every shout a distant blur,
Fading in the static’s stir.

Lost in noise, the truth concealed,
Memories we never healed.

Static where our voices were,
Silent screams we can’t deter.
Through the haze, the past recurs,
Fading fast, but still it stirs.
Static where our voices were,
Ghosts of words we can’t transfer.
Though the silence may concur,
Our hearts still fight to be heard.

Signals crack and fade away,
Night consumes the light of day.
In the void, we still confer,
Echoes trapped in static blur.

No silence can erase the sound,
No static keep us underground.
In every pulse, in every word,
Our voices rise beyond the blurred.

Silent wires and broken chords,
Empty halls with shattered words.
Fading echoes, cold and blur,
Static where our voices were.