unspoken

nothing to say nothing to hear my thoughts echo my name, a whispered breath but silence wraps around me like a heavy cloak. i'm unspoken, a ghost in a room with walls that absorb the weight of my unvoiced words, lips moving in a dance, but sound refuses to escape, a melody lost in stillness. standing among shadows, i wonder— am i truly that unspoken? my words, like paper boats, drift away on currents of solitude, screaming inside yet unheard, a symphony silenced. with nothing to say, this must be my end, but in the quiet, i find a strange comfort— not scared of being unspoken, i linger here, content with the echoes, the soft hum of my presence, a silent testament to a heart still beating.