The Weight of Silence (I Am)
In quiet’s grip, where shadows hold their reign,
The weight of silence crushes all with dread.
No voice can pierce the stifling, dark domain,
The air itself feels heavy as the dead.
Unspoken thoughts in silence intertwine,
A crushing silence that will suffocate,
In spaces where echoes dare not sound.
Each breath is labored, heavy with restraint,
As silence presses down with leaden force.
It robs the room of vibrancy, so faint,
A stillness cold and lacking any course.
The space itself becomes a shrouded place,
Where whispers die and silence grows acute,
The weight of absence wrapped in darkened suit.
A weight unseen, yet felt within the bones,
It drapes itself in every shadowed seam.
Each pause and lapse, a cold and hollow tone,
Where even laughter feels like cruelest dream.
The silence wraps around with scornful might,
Its press like chains that bind and squeeze so tight,
In every corner, shadows come to blight.
The quiet seeps with secrets dark and grim,
It presses hard where whispered fears collide.
No sound can pierce the void, no edges trim,
The silence sprawls and swallows, far and wide.
It chokes the breath and robs the will to speak,
Each pause a suffocating, blinding streak,
Its crushing weight leaves spirits numb and weak.
An oppressive hush, a stifling dark,
A silence dense, where thoughts dare not unfurl.
It bears down hard, a ceaseless, cruel mark,
On souls entwined in shadows’ silent whirl.
So here I dwell, amidst the weight of mute,
Where silence reigns and shadows take their stand.
Each breath is heavy, and each voice is moot,
The quiet wraps me in its darkened band.
In stillness deep, where echoes dare not tread,
The weight of silence grows beyond the dead,
A crushing force that shadows have thus spread.