A Silent Voice
In silence, words disappear,
Unspoken—louder than any sound.
A heart longs to be understood,
But the world is too vast, too harsh.
A voice is lost in the noise—
Not because it isn’t there,
But because it’s afraid to be heard.
A soul bears the weight of mistakes,
Carrying the heaviness of regret,
Trying to mend what was broken.
And then—I see her.
She stands at the edge.
Not just a shadow in thought,
But a person—trembling, real.
Her eyes fixed on the invisible line
Where sky folds into sorrow,
And hope hangs by a thread.
The world below, too far—
And yet, somehow, not far enough.
A fleeting thought of escape
Held tight in the stillness of her chest.
Her heart beats faster.
Each second stretches—eternity.
Trembling—
Close to escape,
Yet fearful of the exit.
And even now, in that terrible calm,
There is no scream.
No cry.
Only silence—
A silent voice
Shouting without sound,
Begging him to see, to move, to act—
To do something,ANYTHING.
Buried beneath the weight
Of his own mistakes, his own regrets—
The things he should have said,
The moments he let slip away.
He wants to change the past,
To erase its lingering scars—
But time won’t bend,
And memory doesn’t forgive.
For so long, she was the one
Pulling him back from the edge,
Breaking through the walls he built
To keep the world at a distance.
She stands at the edge, trembling,
A silent plea slamming into his ears—
Screaming at him.
Breaking him.
Torturing him.
But his limbs betray him—
Afraid to act, afraid to fail.
The walls she tore down rise again,
Swallowing him whole.
Frozen—not by the edge,
But by the mirror of his own doubt,
Where every reflection is a reminder
Of how he didn’t move fast enough,
Didn’t speak when it mattered,
Didn’t reach when she needed him to.
Blinded by fear.
Blinded by himself.
Blinded by regret.
Two hearts, bound by silence—
One reaching out, unsure,
The other, lost in the dark,
Trying to find the exit.
But only one had the courage
To stop the fall—
To step forward,
To catch the broken pieces.
I see her now.
Broken.
Shattered.
Exhausted.
A scream buried so deep
Even the stars cannot hear it
Or they chose to hide from it.
The world holds its breath—
Waiting for the moment
When silence, at last,
Screams the truth no one dared to speak.
Copyright © Thomas Graves | Year Posted 2025
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