In the corridors carved from midnight air,
there stand unspoken memorials,
flickering shadows, lost stories that scream
in reverberations meant only for the brave hearts,
those destined to hear their whispers we have chosen to be
oblivious to their heart rendering words.
Shall we not listen? Rise, for the ear that is attuned
to silence—the one
seeking the breath of the voiceless,
strives for truths hidden in veiled murmurs,
words, densely packed within the stillness.
Let the heart hold firm, garner the strength
to look past the dusk,
consume the phantoms of unvoiced love
and carved inscriptions on the stars trembling above.