No Contact (a found poem villanelle written by Chat-GPT)

I will not answer calls that burn,
The silence speaks what words cannot,
This line is drawn—no more to learn.

The past, a ghost I now discern,
Whose shadow lingers, cold and taut,
I will not answer calls that burn.

Their voice, a flame I will not spurn,
I choose the quiet they forgot,
This line is drawn—no more to learn.

Each time they reach, I will not turn,
No longer caught in webs they’ve wrought,
I will not answer calls that burn.

Within the silence, I can yearn,
For peace that once seemed overwrought,
This line is drawn—no more to learn.

The chains I break, the truth I earn,
In empty space, my strength is sought.
I will not answer calls that burn—
This line is drawn—no more to learn.