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Walls of Woe
I see it, I see the silence now shattering, lingering, mounting up the loud walls where I used to hear the colours and every shade of your voice reverberating from wall to wall now faded off of these grey blocks; Imprinting a memoir, Inexpressive, coarse and cares not to reminisce or summon your existence from the vivid portrait deemed as art. These walls now detain a gathering of successors and their fabricated empathy merely present for reserves. The occasion leisurely stoops to a strife tormenting, scandalizing, unparalleled to your death-cry that still haunts my memories as I endure captivity with kin, I discover neither a soul inheriting your wisdom nor an understudy to console me from this dreadful dream. Deserted and furious, I thud the walls to crumble to its frail knees but losing to its defences I wearily bow, uttering pleas till it’s sensitive. Perceiving no answer I screech, sob to melt its very heart, to bribe my way through the veil and end the incessant woe. The walls; Immovable, oblivious, unconscious to answer, offers no relief and inspires no hope. Preyed upon by the void, the void that now remains disguises as haven. I walk by the walls that label me now a foe, I slyly yield, rest on its icy shoulders, still questioning for mercy in its soul till it confides in me or confines what remains of me too.
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