Silence grips like a vice, Crushing thoughts, suffocating device, A heavy fog that clings and won't disperse, A palpable force, a universe immersed. In this void, sounds are distorted and cold, Echoes of memories, moments grown old, The weight of unspoken words hangs heavy as stone, A burden carried, alone, unknown. The silence whispers secrets, a mysterious refrain, A language only known to the heart's deep pain, It's a shield, a prison, a place to hide, A weight that's felt, where words can't reside.