Your words are hauntingly beautiful.
Invisible walls with invisible doors,
Lead to invisible steps, on forgotten floors.
They hide what you did, the truth tucked away,
While suppressed memories listen to what your excuse say.
Each justification, a whisper, a plea,
Further cements the invisible chains, binding thee.
The pain isn't lessened, just buried from sight,
A festering secret, in the lonely dark night.
Time stands still, yet slowly kills,
The heart that once beat with loving wills.
Echoes of what could never be spoken,
A lifetime of sorrow, my eternal unspoken.
In this darkness, I finally confess,
The weight crushed me, my soul's last breath.
Forgiveness never came, nor peace of mind,
Only silence, my eternal, darkest shrine.
Where I found unspoken forgiveness
from a untold story that I'll only know.