In my quiet realm of darkness where silence reigns,
I exist in a world unseen, where my voice abstains,
Muted echoes reach deaf ears in this sheltered nest.
Ignorance is cultivated by love’s anxious decree,
Yet in me, intellect thrives, yearning to be free.
Years unfurl unnoticed in this whispered hush,
Yet forbidden freedoms, like a caged bird soars.
I, the captive, write my scripts, behind closed doors,
Parol letters, never seen, in my silent plea. echoes of longing.
My thoughts are invisible ink on my life’s scroll,
Forced into the shadows I am an untamed soul.
My mind, untethered, is a universe of its own,
Insignificance their belief, but as a vibrant light, I dissent,
I am of brilliance, though voiceless, my energies unspent.
As I write, I illuminate these thoughts in the dead of night.

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