Whispers

As I lie awake, the wind pulls thought from bone,
Wandering whispers in a night unknown.
I wonder—what happened to the girl I was?
Now, I speak in silence, met with pause.
No one hears the echoes I release,
The thoughts that beg and never cease.
They crash, relentless, in my mind,
A race with no finish line to find.
I want to cry, but tears won’t fall,
My soul stands firm, a fortress wall.
No comfort comes, no voice, no light—
Only hollow stillness fills the night.
These sleepless nights, they take their toll,
My brain on standby, not quite whole.
Each new distraction numbs the pain,
Yet leaves me empty once again.
I flap like a hummingbird with no song,
Wondering where it all went wrong.
Anger, sadness, sorrow blend—
A storm inside with no clear end.
Life struck hard, I had to cope,
Clutching fragments of fading hope.
I never thought I’d fight to exist,
To smile, to feel joy’s gentle kiss.
Will I rise? I do not know.
Will I ever feel spring’s gentle glow—
Like when I was two, and all I knew
Were flowers dancing in skies so blue?
But life made a pawn of me somehow,
And let the good times vanish now.
Restless nights, forgotten names,
Told I’m selfish, burdened by shame.
You lied through eyes so falsely clear,
Glass-soul truths I learned to fear.
Malibu on your breath, deceit in your skin,
I saw the battle you hid within.
Your lies—they scatter, sharp and wide,
Awakening wounds I try to hide.
PTSD stirred in the drink’s cold wake,
And all I can give you is space to take.
No words left, just narrowed eyes,
As your voice peels peace from my skies.
You never cared, not really, not deep—
Only in the Malibu haze you’d weep.
So I pray that bottle breaks apart,
And no more poisons touch my heart.
That we stop calling sorrow “growth,”
And let love bloom—if only in oath.
Now distraction comes, like thunder’s beat,
My mind in motion, no retreat.
Undiagnosed, my thoughts race fast,
A cartwheel spinning from the past.
I crave a break—a breath, a pause—
But even that defies all laws.
Five minutes to shut down, to be—
But even rest runs far from me.
I ask the question, bold and bare,
But no one answers. No one dares.
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R&B