Whispers in a Silent Storm

Can I sleep for a little while, escape this endless noise?

Let my mind drift off to rest, unplug from all these voids.

A pressure bending iron strong, enough to break the spine,

And every time I dig a path, something pulls me from the line.

Every time I'm seeing a new light, a darkness treads on my heels.

Every time I'm feeling myself again, something hits my heel.

This croak has loomed like a closing wall, with no gate to flee.

It keeps flooding in my thoughts, no nearby beach to see.

Why is everybody ignoring me? I'm just a whisper in a storm.

So why do I keep on whispering, and why do I still hold hope?

This hope is a candle in daylight, burning for nothing at all.

A ripple that never reaches the shore, stopped by the rise and fall.

I’m screaming through the silence, but it never seems to form,

Like echoes chasing empty halls that never feel me warm.

A shadow of a louder me I buried long ago,

Still knocking from beneath my chest, but no one seems to know.

Afraid of being buried alone, with no one to find my tomb,

Afraid of being lost forever, never finding my home.

Afraid of running endlessly, until it steals my breath,

Afraid of being tortured in the afterlife, and never finding rest.

I’m walking through a crowded world that never meets my eyes,

A thousand faces passing by, but none can hear my cries.

My steps are getting heavier, like chains around my will,

I try to climb above it all—but I’m standing still.

I feel like I don't belong here, like a fish cast from the sea,

I’ve never learned to accept myself, so who would accept me?