the silence is quiet

Screaming into the void,
Do I exist at all
When my voice is swallowed whole
By silence,
When I vanish beneath the weight
Of unseen shadows?

I am here,
But no one knows.
Flesh and bone dissolve
Into whispers of what was.
I shout my name into the darkness,
But it fades like smoke,
Like a song unheard.

Am I real
If no one sees,
If no one feels the tremble
Of my pulse
In the spaces between?

Invisibility wraps around me
Like an empty cloak,
And I wonder,
Do I exist
When the world looks right through me?

But perhaps, in this quiet place,
I am more than the noise they refuse to hear.
Maybe, in the silence, I reclaim the space
Without their eyes.