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The sound of a dying heart
Do you not hear the sound of hope falling?
It shatters as it hits the ground
It clinks, it clanks
Do you know what words sound like as they disappear?
It is a backwards whisper
An uncomfortable removal of syllable, one by one
Do you know the sound of memories fading?
It is an imperceptible echo
It bounces until it does not reach
And when everything you once knew leaves
Do you know the song of nothingness?
It screams a forgotten tongue
A language with no meaning
Do you hear that?
It screeches, it scratches
It is the mind erasing
Erasing every trace of those bonds which once existed
Another screech, another inseparable tie pulling apart
Have you heard the deep hollowing of eyelids closing?
It is a low-pitched sound
They shut heavy, they remain closed as they try to forget
Do you hear me losing myself?
A once dreamer, once believer
Now a quiet, cold demeanor
I can hear me losing myself
It is the sound of a shadow stumbling
It falters, it tumbles
All that I hear now is the hum of silence
An anechoic eeriness
Nazhah is Women Editor for THE DEMUREIST and is a Zumba Dance Fitness Instructor. Nazhah is a mother of two creative minds. After receiving a business degree from DePaul, she spent a couple years living and teaching overseas in an underdeveloped country.