Void Whispers

Silent rooms where shadows weave their tales,
I hear the echoes of a voice unspoken,
A whisper flits like dust through sunlit veils,
Yet solitude’s embrace remains unbroken.

I sit alone, with thoughts both vast and stark,
The walls conspire with secrets never shared;
An unseen breath ignites the stillness dark—
This phantom conversation feels so dared.

“Do you not see me?” sighs the air I breathe,
A jest upon the lips of time's cruel jesters;
Yet here I am—a captive of belief,
In company of ghosts who are my testers.

For every word that dances in my ear,
The silence wraps me tighter in its shroud;
The irony: I seek what’s far from near—
To find connection in an empty crowd.

Oh sweet delusion! How you twist and play!
In whispers heard but never to be found;
What irony unfolds when night turns day—
To long for voices lost in hollow sound.