Whispers of the Soul

Depression

Whispers of Despair

In shadows deep, they softly creep,
Whispers of despair, secrets to keep.
A gentle rustle in the quiet night,
Voices that linger just out of sight.

"Not enough," they murmur, barely a breath,
"Every step you take leads closer to death."
They coil around hopes like ivy on stone,
Choking the laughter, leaving me alone.

Each whisper a promise, a tale of regret,
A tapestry woven with threads of upset.
"Why try again?" they coax in disdain,
"Remember the failures, the loss, and the pain."

As the night stretches on, they grow bold and loud,
Drowning my thoughts, enveloping the crowd.
They slip through the cracks of my weary mind,
Creating a tempest I struggle to unwind.

Innocent thoughts become twisted and raw,
In the silence they echo, a relentless law.
"You'll never be free, this is your fate,"
A symphony played on the strings of hate.

Yet in this chaos, a flicker remains,
A whisper of hope beneath all the chains.
Though despair tries to drown me, I long for the light,
To quiet the whispers that haunt me at night.

So I gather my strength and breathe in the air,
For even the darkest of whispers can wear.
With every small step, I'll silence the fear,
Transforming the whispers to songs that I hear.