Fading into Silence

A Poem by ivy thornhill

The walls hum with echoes I no longer recall,
Soft whispers of ghosts that never were.
They call my name like an old forgotten prayer,
Yet no one is there�"no one is there.

The moon drips silver through the cracks,
Spilling light on an empty bed.
I reach out, craving warmth, craving touch,
But the cold is all I get instead.

Once, I dreamt in colors too bright to hold,
Sun-kissed mornings, laughter in gold.
But time is cruel�"it drained them dry,
Left me drowning in shades of old.

Time moves like a lover who’s turned away,
Still near enough to break my heart.
It lingers, teasing, whispering lies,
Then leaves me the moment I fall apart.

I trace my name in dust on the window,
A quiet plea that fades too fast.

Like a breath, like a thought, like a dream once loved�"
Nothing I touch seems to last.

If I vanished into the hollow night,
Would the stars dim? Would the earth grieve?
Or would the world go on without a pause,
For a soul too lost to believe?

I speak, but the silence swallows me whole.
I scream, but no echoes remain.
I reach for a hand that will never come,
And disappear into the rain.