The Hollow Choir
By Ella Vought
Whispers swirl like dust in air,
An echo caught in strands of hair.
The pulse retreats, the song is thin,
Where hope once danced, silence begins.
Ringing clear, yet void of tone,
The quiet hums, cold, alone.
No melody to cradle pain,
Only hollow chords remain.
A shadowed space where stars once burned,
A stillness learned, a stillness earned.
Yet in that hush, a tremble hides,
A seed of sound beneath the tide.
For silence grows, as silence fades,
In fleeting nights and weeping days.
Its voice refracts the broken light
A fragile dawn beyond the night.
Author Bio
Author Bio
My name is Ella Vaught and I'm 21 years old, born and raised in the small town of Fairfield, Illinois. Growing up in a close-knit community shaped who I am and taught me the importance of compassion and connection. I'm currently working toward a degree in psychology with the goal of helping people navigate their struggles and find healing. Alongside that, I've always had a deep passion for writing and reading. Whether it's getting lost in a good book or putting my own thoughts into words, storytelling has been a way for me to understand the world and express myself. I hope to find one day something where I can combine my love for psychology and writing to make a real difference.