What’s Left Unsaid
Beneath the clamor of a thousand tongues,
Where silence like a phantom clings and clung,
There lies a shadow deeper than the grave—
The weight of words we dared not brave.
In corridors where echoes sleep,
The unsaid truths in darkness creep,
A whispered hint, a fleeting glance,
The lost refrain of circumstance.
A silence held for fear of pain,
A truth too sharp, like acid rain,
Would tear the fragile veil of peace,
And drown the calm in fierce release.







