The silence deafens, a heavy cloak,…

The silence deafens, a heavy cloak,
Each ticking second, a cruel joke.
The empty rooms, they mock and taunt,
A solitary, endless haunt.
The world outside, a distant gleam,
A fading, unattainable dream.
But in the stillness, something stirs,
A memory of what it confers.
To feel a warmth, a kindred soul,
To make the fractured spirit whole.
So reach out now, with open hand,
And help another understand.
That in our shared humanity,
We conquer all that isolates.