In the abyss of gazes, where silence screams mute and deep

In the abyss of gazes, where silence screams mute and deep, The chasm stares back, a vortex gathering abstract emotions, I offer it my fears, aspirations, and unspoken truths, It swallows them all, leaving an unyielding void in my chest. There exists a lexicon of despair, with sharp, cutting phonemes, With discordant cadence, yet solace in graceful harmonies, An elegy reminding me that I am both wound and witness, Exiled and at home, in a universe that knows no harbor. On the edge of the abyss, where light entwines with shadow, I lose and find myself, a traveler wandering without aim, In the stream of consciousness, I wonder who I am without it all, An echo of unfulfilled dreams, a longing that does not struggle. In the soliloquy of the abyss, where silence becomes the heart's language, I find melancholic beauty, the poetry of falling and rising, In the dance between void and fullness, eternal and profound, I am both creator and creation, in the infinite that binds us all, round.