Haunted by Whispers 

Leary, tired, and weary, a heavy heart I bear.
Three states that linger, a constant, lingering snare.

Overstaying welcome, they refuse to depart,
Trapped within my soul, a heavy, aching desire.

No one sees the frozen shadows that stretch and twist and snare.
They turn away, afraid to face the darkness there.

Alone I wander, a solitary soul,
Haunted by the whispers, cold as winter's hold.

I yearn for solace, a comforting embrace,
But fear rejection, a lonely, empty space.

A prisoner of doubt, a captive of the night,
Seeking hope and healing, a faint, warm ember’s glow, 
I know a distant light will never let me go. 

By Eileen Casey Gonzalez
2024

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