Kneeling here, shadows stretch around Silent whispers of a dying ground Wind through broken branches hums Time slips slow, yet endlessly runs I lift my gaze, seeking the sky Grains of sand escape, my hands dry Every moment lost, every breath a thief I hold nothing, yet feel the grief The forest stands, stripped and bare Its hollow eyes reflect my stare I reach, I plead, the silence stays Echoes of life in fading rays Roots crack, soil crumbles away I trace the path where memory lay No voice answers, no hand to guide Only the weight of what I hide I feel it building, a storm inside A river of sorrow I cannot hide The sky twists, clouds heavy with fear Time falls faster, the end draws near My chest aches, my soul demands I scream in whispers, grasp at sands Every grain a life, every fall a name I burn, I break, yet nothing claims And then I rise, my voice erupts Through barren trees, the silence interrupts I shout to the wind, I scream to the void All the pain, the loss, the things destroyed Fingers spread, sand slipping free I give it all, no one will see The scream echoes, raw and alive I am the witness… and I survive The echo fades, the wind grows still Grains settle slow, against my will I kneel again, empty, aware The world moves on, beyond repair Yet in this moment, I have become The voice of time, the fleeting drum I hold the ashes, the sky, the pain And in my heart… nothing is in vain © 2026 Written by Dhow All rights reserved.
