Whispers In The Dark

As the evening dawns, far away, moonlit over serene azure dreams,

Drawn closer, drifted towards twilight’s gentle beams.

Seeking the ethereal radiance as it seems,

With a wide smile, joyous mood, face lit with radiant gleams.

Gentle legs on beautiful petals, feeling the fresh breeze,

Rolled away, recoiling itself, at first, I thought it was a tease.

Waiting for it to revert, hoping for a gentle release,

I knew the truth, always did, yet my heart felt the endless squeeze.

Unwanted, unloved, undesired, unvalued is all I could feel,

I wish it were a fable tale but a saga full of suffering, with smile I conceal.

In shadowed dusk, when shunned even by eclipsed Selene, all I did was squeal,

Not even mother nature, life-giver, could feel my ordeal.

Every night, I find myself alone, with no place to call my own,

Ruthless I became with the heart of stone.

At times, humans, and their acts like wings clipped and torn,

Make me want to pierce through dimensions unknown.

Somedays I wish, for wind to carry me far and out of reach,

To a promised land where past could never breach.

Yet I long for another soul, a friend, a companion, every one of each,

But scared of betrayal, I shun another leech.

Eternal silence, never-ending soliloquy, this is my destiny,

Now I find solace, being me, far from scrutiny.

But alone, ruminating endlessly, all return with an agony,

Deafening silence, no one around, my thoughts my only company.

In the oceans of my mind, echoes of thoughts roam freely,

A labyrinth of whispers, haunts me endlessly.

With the maze, on loop; no escape, no key,

Within the darkness, I lost myself completely.

Never loved, never been cared, I never knew what being loved feels like,

Never revealed but I do long for a touch, a glance, a strike.

I am only a fly, nature’s brushstrokes, with whispering wings

I always hid in a vast sky with a gold dust and coral hue, among other things.

I let people enter, use me, then discard me,

A vessel for their needs, but never truly seen.

In their fleeting presence, I fade into the scene,

A specter among shadows, where I’ve always been.

But the end, this is me and my story,

I am nothing but a whisper, not even a glory.

With a bleeding heart burning like a yellow sun,

Just a whisper in the wind, when all is said and done.