By Silent Decree

Everyone is competing

All views obscured

Another fence, another wall

No space remains

One on top of the other

All trying to be the same

Windows closed, blinds drawn

Trying not to see

Yet wanting recognition

Everything is measured

Especially time lost

Living as a machine

Connections are sought

In mirrored reflections

Easily shattered

Always distorted

Nothing is real

Nothing really matters

Buying in, vibrancy gone

More locked doors

The world is closing in

As the abyss expands

It won’t be long now

Silence marks the end.

-Camille Delaquise

This poem appears in The Precipice, Camille’s third contemporary poetry collection. By Silent Decree explores the spiritual and social desolation of a world built on conformity, enclosure, and relentless comparison — where human connection is thinned into reflection, reality loses its texture, and silence becomes the final consequence of collective surrender.

This poem is available as a contemporary poetry print on textured recycled card.

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