Shorter of breath.

The depth of my life

Is to shallow even

For a fish to live.

Closer to death.

But still dearth of

Any meaning.

Give me one please.

That silence.

Chosen.

Silence because one has to.

Or so I thought.

Now silence because of choice.

Silence because the essence has forgotten.

Foregoing freedom and be silent about it.

When freedom is sought, I cannot speak anymore

The words to freedom!