Unspoken Turmoil

Gladly you appear,

So forlorn, we are not.

But those who know, know well,

Neither are you happy, nor are we.

You, trapped within your selfhood's chains,

And clinging to the breath of pride,

We, caught in the shackles of our claims,

Ego's hand tightly holding ours.

For a while, entangled in confusion,

We are entwined with our own selves.

In the illusions of regrets,

Restless turmoil still persists.

Though you may have found the shores,

To weather the storm, we have not.

In search of support, we have found,

Incomplete solace to express.

Silently, we seal our lips,

Days pass, conversations remain unspoken.

Listen! We leave the game unfinished,

Without making moves, without declaring defeat.

Those who tire from running away,

Can still find shelter in the shadows.

Come, let us break this vow... let us deny.

Both of us are capable of bowing.