A linguist I never was
I never claimed to be
However, I seem to understand most words
If spoken soft and plainly.


One language, however
I shall never grasp.
My brain could never fathom
The language of your silence
Has me feeling forgotten.


A boundless chasm
I cannot cross
A pit that I fall into
I cannot emerge from your silence
Choking, I plead with you.


It haunts me as does the growing fog,
A cloud engulfing my brain.
Your reticence entraps me
As I struggle to escape,
Running into invisible walls, now self-imposed.


The tendrils of your silence
Seep into my very being.
My mind, trying to make sense of it
Ties itself in knots and
My heart aches to fill the void.


Alas, there is nothing I can do.
I sit and wait, my mind entangled
My heart empty, my body broken
For your response, I have come to realize
I am never to receive.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Sarapin, in the year 354 AF.