Restless whispers
echo deep
pushing at the seams
in the empty chambers
and chasms of
a world asleep

And I wake
in the dark alone
as they toss and turn
and all these burdens
and murmurs
seem to churn

Then I hear
the deep sea tones
of a mournful wave
The spirit bemoaning
as a virtual slave
trapped in fear

Rumors of light
are just enough to sting
and seem to mock
an empty thing
A carved out rock
What can it bring?

In my uneasy solitude
I return to my bed
and listen to the song
playing in my head
as the world is falling
to a theme
both dark and true