Silence of a dark night
deafening for the soul
Looking towards redemption
Stories untold
Life is but a prism
Colours separating from the seams
Dark ones are quiet
Light ones scream
May be we are prisoners
our small deeds
Considered crimes
Punishable indeed
As the night passes
we are left without words
travelling long distances
returning where we stood
the dawn appears at last
Time to wear our masks