A Friend Called Silence

Darkness is comfort, where silence becomes a gentle, healing friend.

A Friend Called Silence

In the hush of an unlit room,
Shadows gather and softly bloom.
Unspoken thoughts begin to sing,
Rest is found with quiet things.

The world outside forgets my name,
Its clamor fades, its rush, its flame.
Here stillness weaves a gentle thread,
And cradles all the words unsaid.

The dark does not demand my sight,
It wraps me in a softer light.
A place where weary spirit mends,
And silence lingers, like a friend.