The silence of your being

Soft are the murmurs of the night

drifting from the shadows left by the descending sun,

probing your shell, slowly piercing

through the armor you've adeptly erected through the day.

And resistance crumbles as the stars start to sparkle

in the darkening sky that spreads its blanket over your soul,

and you break down and cry for the lost yesterdays,

for the tomorrows that never may be,

as the harsh truth dawns with the rising moon,

leaving you alone, deserted, in a self-created exile,

in the silence of your being,

in the emptiness of your soul.

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