Least Read Poems About Silence

A pane of glass separates me from the world. Not literal, though sometimes I wish it were. Easier to explain. This is a different kind of barrier. A film over my senses. The vibrant shades of life muted, the clamor of voices distant, like listening to a symphony through thick walls. I know it's there. I can feel the vibrations, a faint tremor of feeling. But the melody, the full richness of experience, is lost to me.

I watch people—their easy laughter, their intertwined hands, the way they lean into conversations, fully present. I see it all, catalog it, analyze it. Words form in...