In the abyss of my soul's embrace,
A mute cry for liberation finds its space,
Melancholy's grace, a song it displays,
Known only to me, its captive fate.
Words drown in a profound hush's sea,
Like a caged bird, wings denied to be free,
My inner scream strives, with fervent plea,
Yet falls on deaf, unkind ears, untied.
Notes reverberate through dim-lit halls,
But deafened ears deny their desperate calls,
The world passes by, uncaring, it sprawls,
While my plea for freedom fades and enthralls.
Silence presses upon my burdened chest,
Smothering and suffocating my zest,
Thoughts whirl, in words oppressed,
Confined and locked, never to be expressed.
Within empty chambers of my mind's abode,
The scream dances, a wild shadow's ode,
Surreal images mold, a story bestowed,
Only my heart...