Whispered Echo

It's in those quiet times, the still of the night.

 All the little moments that just don't feel right.

 It's when I wake up in the middle of restless sleep.

Those are the times I can feel my soul weep. 

The aching inside me, that ever present void,

whispering only an echo of a life once enjoyed.

Now only shadows and ghost remain,

Haunting my memories till I'm feeling insane. 

What ever happened to my friend in the mirror?

Her smile was so bright, reflection much clearer!

The image now cracked, view is obscure,

darkened from pain she had to endure.

Charismatic and witty, strong headed and free.

Now nothing remains of who my friend use to be.

I think of her often tho I must let her go.

She's no longer the friend that I use to know.

They say that time heals all things that hurts,

they don't mention how that pain perverts.

How it changes the image and the way it's perceived.

Pain becomes the filter for all that's received.

Once the world looked happy and bright.

Now everything looks haunted with only dim light.

Of all the things in this life that I've loved and lost, 

My friend in the mirror was the highest cost.

Although I know she'll never return,

Learning to let go is so hard to learn.

Who am I left with and who will I be?

When I see my reflection will it ever be me?

By Simple Sue

From: United States

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