Silent Farewells

They lay beneath the sky of twilight's veil,

A breath unbroken, a heart that does not fail.

Eyes closed gently by night's tender hand,

Dreams tucked in shadows, ambitions unmanned.

Their stories etched in invisible ink,

Hopes threaded through cracks, on the edge of the brink.

Labour's rough hands clutch empty air,

Toil whispers promises — but none to spare.

They built castles in their weary minds,

Brick by brick, though the mortar unwinds.

In silence, they fought storms without a sound,

Carrying weight that pulled their spirits down.

When sleep’s velvet tide swept over their frame,

Their struggle forgot to give struggle a name.

They sailed on dreams, soft as a cloud,

Not knowing the night would weave them a shroud.

For life has a cruel, muted refrain,

A choir that hums songs of quiet pain.

Some walk unseen, through trenches alone,

Footprints fade where no seeds are sown.

Last night, health dressed them in calm disguise,

Breaths unaware of final goodbyes.

Who knew the pillow’s cool embrace

Would cradle a soul leaving no trace?

Yet the stars blinked not, the moon merely sighed,

As aspirations in their slumber died.

The world turned, indifferent, cold and deep,

As hearts expired in the cradle of sleep.

They struggled for fruits never tasted nor known,

Dreams bore no harvest; just shadows were sown.

Now silence collects their untold farewells,

In the vaults where forgotten destinies dwell.

© Bunguswa ™