Silent Echoes

The world’s a blur, a fading hue,
A canvas cracked, no colors true.
I walk through shadows, out of place,
Chasing memories I can’t erase.

A life abroad, far from home,
In foreign lands, I’ve roamed alone.
Twelve years of silence, a distant call,
A fractured heart, no home at all.

I built my world on shifting sand,
A self-taught architect, no guiding hand.
From code to apps, I’ve crafted dreams,
Yet all my work, it feels like seams.

A wife, a daughter, faces I see,
But in their eyes, I can’t be free.
A love that’s strong, yet torn apart,
For I am lost within my heart.

The world moves fast, I move too slow,
A life that burns, yet no one knows.
The past, it haunts, a specter near,
A silent scream, too loud to hear.

I’ve seen the worst, I’ve felt the weight,
The cost of living, the price of fate.
In a shooting’s wake, I ran with speed,
Adrenaline’s charge, a desperate need.

A block’s distance, three seconds flat,
My body a blur, no turning back.
Fifty miles an hour, faster than thought,
A moment of life, a battle fought.

I felt the power, the strength, the fear,
But in that sprint, I lost what’s dear.
The adrenaline fades, but the scars remain,
A broken soul, caught in the strain.

There are nights I sit in quiet halls,
Where no one’s watching, no one calls.
I find my peace in the empty sound,
A piano’s hum, where thoughts unbound.

By ear alone, I play my tune,
A melody beneath the moon.
In airports dark, where no one’s near,
I lose myself, but find no cheer.

The keys respond to my touch so light,
A song of sorrow, fading to night.
A fleeting moment, where I’m free,
But the silence returns, and so do I, to me.

I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I’ve built, I’ve broke,
In every endeavor, there’s only smoke.
Chasing a dream that never took flight,
Hoping for warmth, but stuck in the night.

The future’s blurry, the past’s too loud,
I walk alone in the midst of a crowd.
A life unspoken, a heart untold,
The weight of silence is more than gold.