My World Does Not Answer

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There is a stillness,

Embracing my mind,

Hovering in silence,

Upon the hands of time,

My past is dancing,

With memories of old,

Reminding me to listen,

To stories untold,

The melodies of dying words,

Fulfil the void

Of failed regrets,

My world does not answer,

It does not speak,

When I ask,

What will become of me?

When love is marred,

And turned to stone,

When everything is lost,

In the fields of woe,

Gently weeping,

I walk the streets alone,

There are no answers,

No place to call my own.