The Weight of silent things

This poem is really about longing for meaning in a world often meaningless. It exposes the internal struggle of a person undergoing extreme loneliness under a pile of unasked questions where conventio

I walked down a hallway so still,
It sucked my breath in, as if to tell
Me the world is heavier than sound.

Each step�"a question unasked,
Each echo�"an answer refused.
Do the walls cry,
Or is it just they know?
They know, don’t they?
The words I carry that I can’t say�"
The words that rise,
And fall back into nothing.

I asked the moon,
But she turned her face away.
I asked the stars,
But they winked like guilty kids,
Hiding secrets in the dark.

There is no reason here.
Not one single reason to make this hurt go away.
The heart, a flame that burns only itself,
And what if,
What if I never figure out this pain?
What if knowing it
Tears me apart?

I wanted to be more than this�"
More than a silhouette on a broken wall.
More than a name,
More than the wind’s whisper.
But this life folds back into dust
Before it ever makes sense.

And so I look,
In the books of the dead and the whispers of the living,
For the one thing that will stop this hole in my chest
From devouring me whole.

But in every answer,
There’s another question
That eats the soul
And spits it back,
Wiser
But more broken.

Is this what it means to think?
To shiver on the edge of knowing,
And yet,
To never get in?
Do philosophers sleep,
Or do they too,
Listen to the silent screams
Of things they can’t say?

Author's Note

First poem (im 15 btw lol)

Reviews

[Efxaris Arampatzi]

I love this poem, Franz! The way you explore the theme of silence and its heavy, almost tangible nature really struck me. I especially love the line "A weight that bends the heart with care," which beautifully captures the emotional depth. The poem's tone feels introspective and raw, pulling the reader into the quiet spaces between words. This is an amazing poem!