In silence draped, a world without sound,
I navigate a maze where whispers drown.
A lady, a portrait in shadows profound,
Her pain, a reality in murmurs unsound.
A sigh escapes, a gentle breeze of woe,
Yet in this hush, emotions cease to grow.
Mumbles cascade like a quiet stream,
A cacaphony of ache, a silent dream.
The picture painted in hues of gray,
Her eyes, windows to what words cannot convey.
Groans echo in the chambers of despair,
A silent opera, a soul laid bare.
Right in the mirror of silence, reflections swirl,
The depths of her agony, a silent twirl.
Yet, in the stillness, a resilience gleams,
A silent strength in the absence of screams.
No lexicon can capture the torment held,
In the quiet spaces where anguish is quelled.
For her pain, too deep for language to find,
In a world without sound, it is the heart that is confined.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 