In the quiet of the mind, where shadows softly fall, A silence lingers gently, like a pale and empty hall. No joy to crack the stillness, no laughter in the air, Just the hum of something hollow, a life that’s simply there.

The storms have long since ended, the skies are clear and wide, But the colors of contentment seem lost beneath the tide.
No battles left to conquer, no fears to face alone, Yet the heart beats on in solitude, like a stone upon a stone.

There’s calm in every corner, a stillness in the soul, Yet the light that once was blinding, now barely casts a glow.
It’s peace without the brightness, a dusk without the dawn, A sense of something missing, like a chord that’s never drawn.

For happiness once wandered here, but left without a trace, Leaving only shadows in this quiet, open space. It’s peace that’s undisturbed, yet haunted by the lack,
Of the joy that once danced freely, now never to come back.

So here it is, this silence, a calm that never breaks, A world that’s gently spinning, but without the joy it takes. Peace is all that’s left now, a comfort cold and still, A place where time just passes, and the heart no longer thrills.

© Thabiso Dube