I wake up with weight
Bt not from pain
Just the heaviness
Of feeling nothing.

I search my chest
Like someone lost their keys
Bt there's no spark
No trace of warmth.

Just silence
Where love used to echo
Now even the ache
Has gone quiet.

Even freedom aches at the end of the day,
It's wings grow tired,no more to sway.

It needs to rest ,It needs to sleep.
A gentle pause,a quiet keep.

Through the storms it flies,through the sky so wide,
Bt even freedom must slow it's stride.

In love and hope,in pain's deep sea,
There is rest ,there is peace,for even the free.

They left,
The world moved,
And silence sat beside me
Not as a punishment,
Bt as a reminder:
I am all I need.

I don't write when iam happy
Joy makes me dance,not think
It fills my hands with flowers
Not pens.

But sadness?
She sits me down,
Open my chest,
And spills the ink.