Silent Void

A chamber with walls that never speak

No corners turn, no voices bend.

The ceiling is low, and the air is thin.

No doors to open, no road to follow.

Only echoes of words left unspoken.

The floor is bare, and the light is dim.

Time doesn't move, frozen in space.

Painting silence in countless grays.

Though I look, I cannot see.

An endless void that keeps me in.