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The chair whispers where it creaks.
Shadows stretch in summer’s still heat.
Empty plates are scattered around the house.
Silence thickens in the fading room.
It happened, scorched, hot.
The dark wraps what the day withdrew.
"Don't turn on the lights."
The creaking wood holds secrets still.
In silence deep, the shadows spill.
A sunbeam fades, a memory stays.
It's warm. Hot summer. No one knows me any more.
The weightless hands now speak of none.
The day departs; the dark undoes itself
As I Crack the door.
The empty ache, closing, locking.
Loneliness comes, then leaves once more.
Sun spills bright threads on woven ground,
Silent watchers where no steps sound.
I love you, softly, shadows lean,
Their secret flows through what’s unseen.
The shamans trace the hidden stone,
Through rain they bend, through winds alone.
Light kneels, it prays, the room it keeps,
A burning hymn where silence sleeps.
Sun spills bright threads on woven ground,
Silent watchers where no steps sound.
I love you, softly, shadows lean,
Their secret flows through what’s unseen.
The shamans trace the hidden stone,
Through rain they bend, through winds alone.
Light kneels, it prays, the room it keeps,
A burning hymn where silence sleeps.
The sun a fist, relentless, wild.
I trudged, my thoughts low, defiled.
Entered frost's breath, a sudden freeze.
Cold tendrils gripped, a biting tease.
Sweat turned ghost, steam, then none.
Ice-bit air sang, “Your battle’s done.”
Roads unravel beneath the fading sky,
Pavement hums with the tire’s lullaby.
Cars stream like veins through city’s art,
Each wheel turning, playing its part.
Everywhere, a pulse that cannot cease,
A restless rhythm, no kind release.
The streetlights blink in weary despair,
Time moves on, yet lingers there.
Cigarettes whisper in shrouded air,
cold as dusk, a lover's despair.
They dance unseen, secrets unfold,
embers fading, stories untold.
Smoke hugs shadows, fragile, thin,
truth concealed where flames begin.
Each puff betrays a fleeting guise,
burial's breath beneath the skies.
No one saw the shadows shift,
I heard them crawl through dusk.
Their whispers clawed at my skin,
Something wrong, a broken trust.
They said I needed their cure,
But fear gripped me, tight chains.
Would I be a ghost in this,
Bound forever where silence reigns?
The mirror hums a fractured song,
Each note asks where I belong.
Fingers trace what once was known,
Now a map, a shifting stone.
The air whispers, "Change, don’t fight,"
But I am shadow chasing light.
A stranger's eyes stare back at me,
Bound to tides I cannot see.
- Writer
