austere sparrow
What are we but shadows,
walking on a world
too cold to care who we are?
Each step disappears,
a quiet voice drowned out
by the noise of everything forgotten.
The stars burn far away,
their light feels like a cruel joke
leading us nowhere,
showing us nothing.
Still, we look,
as if the dark will look away first.
What is one breath worth
in a universe that doesn’t breathe?
The hours fall apart,
like a tower of sand,
slipping through the hands of time,
and yet we build it again.
We talk of meaning,
but our words feel empty
like a song no one remembers.
We dig through history,
looking for purpose,
but all we find is silence.
You—
aren’t you tired of being?
Of carrying this fragile body,
of loving, of losing,
of the endless cycle
that turns your heart into dust?
Look into the mirror.
Do you see yourself?
Or just the hollow shadow
of someone you wished to be?
There is no answer.
There was never a question.
There is only silence,
and it will take you.
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