The room's emptiness reinstates he's alone,
Yet the silent solace has been broken,
By who or what?,
He scans the space for the answer,
But he is still alone,
It first starts as a low drone,
The drones soon turn into words,
These words create forgotten sentences,
These sentences form voices that reverberate in his mind,
Soon those echoes make their way into the empty room,
He relives the moments that he wished to forget,
These memories come to life to haunt and torture him,
Ghosts of his past which bring him to his knees,
He let's them consume his mind, body, and spirit,
For he has chosen the silence to be the enemy
~NDW
