whispers to the void

i whisper to the void

the things i desire

the mold i want

to fit so perfectly in

the void doesn’t answer

of course

it is nothing

closer to empty space

than my head will ever be

i only whisper

because i doubt

almost everything

good coming my way

if the void whispers back

i’ll only know

my own quiet grief

and contained misery

i long to return to myself

yet my mind wistfully sows

only sorrow and

reverberating uncertainty

i no longer fear

the trenches

of being a burden

but the voiding

of my feelings

the thing that makes me feel

most full and most null

i’m so bitter at myself

wondering how

i can cancel out

the back and forth

noise of my thoughts

i finally shout

into the void

“let me out!”

and suddenly i am overjoyed

my words reach me

louder than ever

and i am free

my voice of reason?

me