I Bury You In My Silence
I bury you in the depths of my silence,
where your words wither and dissolve,
lost in the solemn well of my being.
Your presence fades into the abyss,
a ghostly echo swallowed by the void.
Here, you play marbles with my dreams,
those fragile orbs of hope and aspiration,
rolling away from your touch,
scattering like seeds on barren ground.
They trace tear-streaked paths,
etching their sorrow upon my weathered face.
I, the gloomy moon, cast my pallid light,
piercing the veils of the surrounding night,
illuminating the contours of your hidden darkness.
In my glow, you stand exposed,
stripped of pretense and artifice,
naked in your raw vulnerability,
your flaws laid bare, like craters upon the moon’s surface.
Within me, a tempest roars and rages,
an onslaught of emotions that engulfs my soul.
It floods through the corridors of my being,
washing away the debris of complacency,
stirring the dormant embers of passion.
As the sun sets, painting the sky crimson,
I kiss the fire that dances upon my soul,
signaling an end to the tempest’s fury,
and summoning the dawn of transformation.
In the depths of this silence, I find myself,
as dreams and tears intertwine like sacred dancers,
revealing the flaws that make me human.
Through this cathartic revelation,
I emerge stronger, resilient, and renewed,
grasping the flickering light that emanates,
from the profound depths of my own existence.
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