Soundless I

The window of my room 
Looks into a closed off darkness.

In that darkness 
Morning never comes.

A world map takes up
Half a wall.

A calendar marked 
Only of exam dates and late night shifts.

A blank journal on my study table 
In whose single page, I wrote

Of a pale man who reminded me of Cheshire 
And beautiful Haru

And the glass that held everything shattering

 In silence.