Unspoken Midnight Queries

Screen’s harsh glow cuts through dark,

fingers trembling, tracing marks.

A question forms, shame tucked deep,

tiny fears that won’t let sleep.

Search bar fills with weighted words,

a secret folded like a bird.

Results cascade — some stark, some grim —

dawn waits patient, edges dim.

Eyes fixed on cold, silent light,

truths I dare not say outright.

The cursor blinks, a slow tattoo,

heartbeat measured, dark and true.

And in this room where shadows swell,

I chase the ghosts I never tell,

buried deep beneath the screen,

things I wish I hadn’t seen.