The Empty of words speaking the deeper hurts of all 
that remains unspoken,


Unheard


No rhyme, no
reason, no
message
or meaning
just endless time
rewind, pause
collect the losses
scream the
silences, hush
the truths
keep the
darkness hid
accept the lie
that this too
is a gift
that to survive
is to surrender
but I don’t want
to live a shadowed
life in the distance
of only whispered
heartbeats
fearing death
when already I am
a ghost
having ingested
the bitter poison
of hope


5/13/2020 ©Debbie Berk 2020