Whispers In The Silence Poem by Anitha Vijayakumar

In the hush of night, I sit alone,
A fragile soul, carved to the bone.
The silence hums, it's thick, it's loud,
My only friend, a hollowed-out shroud.

Walls close in, their shadows creep,
Wrapping tight as I try to sleep.
But dreams slip by, just out of sight,
Lost in the dim, swallowed by night.

I'm sick with emptiness, raw and bare,
Aching for warmth that's no longer there.
My heart, a stone, too heavy to lift,
Sinking slow, caught in the drift.

Every whisper, every sigh,
Echoes back with a hollow cry.
I reach for voices, for hands, for care,
Only to find nothing there.

I wear my sorrow like second skin,
A quiet grief that festers within.
In this aching void, I break, I bend,
Yearning for someone to reach the end.