I dwell within these hollow walls,
Where echoes whisper, yet nothing calls.
A heart encased in tempered glass,
Unyielding still, as moments pass.
The chords of feeling, frayed, unstrung,
A melody unsung, undone.
No fire burns, no tempest stirs,
Just quiet ash, where passion blurs.
......
I dwell within these hollow walls,
Where echoes whisper, yet nothing calls.
A heart encased in tempered glass,
Unyielding still, as moments pass.
The chords of feeling, frayed, unstrung,
A melody unsung, undone.
No fire burns, no tempest stirs,
Just quiet ash, where passion blurs.
......