A silent echo

Silent Echo

I call into the dark, but the walls stay quiet,
my voice breaks, fading into nothing.
The night stretches in a bottomless palm,
and I feel further from myself.

Shadows whisper the same old lies,
that my name means nothing.
That my steps vanish without a trace,
like rain in the streets.

Hands draw secret lines,
deep where no one can see.
And my stomach sleeps, no longer pleading,
only silence burns in my bones.

I am just a whisper no one hears,
just a dream that won’t wait for morning.
And if the night pulls me close,
perhaps it won’t let go.