Whispers crackle
in the back of my mind
like a withering candle,
a wick burning to
it’s impending end.
A pillow of thoughts
to sink my head into
while I sort through
withering whispers.
A blanket of questions in mind,
they drape over me,
holding me down.
The questions no one can answer,
stay unknown as I
search my mind for a solution.
Blow out your crackling candle,
and pray for a sound pillow tonight.
There's only one way
to find your answers.
