Unseen 

Unseen, I walk the same lone trail, day after day.

Unheard, I murmur the same stilted words, time after time.

Forgotten, I wear the same faceless mask, loss after loss.

Voiceless, I blandish my soul, the same lullaby, night after night.

"Tomorrow...", "Next life...", "Another me...". 

Faint echoes, a plea, for what I could be.

If only those whispers could lull me tonight. 

This late hour wouldn't feel so cold, so full of fright.