The Weight of Silence

In "Fleeting Moments," the poem delves into the ephemeral nature of time and memory. It uses rich imagery to illustrate how each moment, though fleeting, contributes to the tapestry of our lives.

Theme: Isolation and Longing

In a room where shadows linger long,
The weight of silence feels so wrong,
Each tick of the clock, a haunting sound,
In solitude’s grasp, I feel unbound.

Whispers echo where laughter should be,
An empty chair, a vacant sea,
I reach for you, but find the air,
A ghost of love, a whispered prayer.

The heart beats heavy in the still,
Yearning for warmth, a gentle thrill,
Yet distance stretches like a thin thread,
Binding my thoughts to words unsaid.

In the night, I call your name,
A silent dance, a flickering flame,
For in this void, where shadows creep,
Love lingers still, though far, so deep.

But hope hangs fragile, like morning dew,
In every dream, I still find you,
In the quiet moments, when time stands still,
I feel your presence, your haunting thrill.

So let the silence speak my heart,
In every tear, in every part,
For love, though distant, forever stays,
In the echoes of our intertwined days.

Author's Note

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