For some reasons that I know,
By silence that echoes,
My words, they shy.
My words, they conspire,
My words, waving a web of unspoken thoughts,
They’re frozen in time,
Crossing my incomplete thoughts,
The deep place that I wish to keep for myself.
For some reasons, my words betrayed me today.
A little tribute to my silent friend. My lone companion. My writer’s block.