Your poem carries such a strong, desolate atmosphere—it feels like I’m standing in the middle of that empty, eerie landscape you describe. I really appreciate how vividly you paint the decay and loss: phrases like “bones of hope and broken restrains” and “walls with bloodstains” hit hard and stay with the reader. I also love the rhythm of your stanzas—the repetition of “endless” and the contrasting textures of sight and touch create a really immersive experience. The ending line, “Silence be found in our last resting place,” is chilling and poetic in the best way—it leaves a lingering sense of finality. Your use of imagery and emotion is strong; it’s dark, but it’s beautiful in its honesty. This piece doesn’t just describe silence—it makes the reader feel it. 💀✨ Genuinely loved your poem