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A Vacuum of Volume
A hush descends more heavy than a shout,
A silent scream that echoes in the air.
No gentle whisper, banishing all doubt,
But empty spaces fraught with deep despair.
The world falls still yet chaos fills the mind,
Each unspoken word a hammer's blow.
A thousand truths the tongue can never find,
While hidden griefs in bitter currents flow.
It presses close, a weight upon the chest,
This absent sound, a void that chills the soul.
No calm retreat, no moment truly blessed,
Just vacant echoes taking bitter toll.
Thus, silence screams when hearts can find no ease,
A roaring void that steals all earthly peace.
Copyright ©
Bernard F. Asuncion
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