silent abyss

the dream of seeing you in fading light,
i think of silence deep inside my mind,
of broken pieces drifting out of sight,
and something human left behind.

i walk through echoes that have no name,
through empty beauty, soft and cold,
where even sorrow feels the same,
as things too distant to be told.

there is a shape that once was me,
now lost beneath my own deep sea,
drowned in a mind no one can see,
becoming something i can’t be.

and still i follow what can’t exist,
through dark that gently calls my name,
like fading sparks inside the mist,
of something lost without a flame.


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