"They say the faithful do not flinch in the dark.
But I have stood here so long,
even the shadows have begun to pray."
"Behind me, they gather-
the masked, the mournful,
the ones who kneel without names."
"I do not speak.
I do not move.
I am the silence between the psalm and the scream."
"And still, I hold the key.
Not to escape,
but to remain."
"For this is my sanctum.
This is my vigil.
And I will burn
until the last prayer forgets me."
© Sanskarans 2025
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