Cut Ties (a found poem written by Chat-GPT)

The line is drawn in silent dust.
No more echoes in empty rooms.
A voice once sharp, now turned to rust,
I step away from gathering gloom.

No more echoes in empty rooms,
Where shadows stretched to claim my breath.
I step away from gathering gloom—
A quiet choice, a kind of death.

Where shadows stretched to claim my breath,
I learn to fill the hollow space.
A quiet choice, a kind of death—
Reclaiming air, reclaiming place.

I learn to fill the hollow space,
A voice once sharp, now turned to rust.
Reclaiming air, reclaiming place—
The line is drawn in silent dust.