Chapter 66
Whisper
It begins as a whisper
We faintly start to hear it
We question its existence
As it gently touches our spirit
The whisper can echo
As it starts to flow
Through our entire being
Its volume will delicately grow
A whisper can remain silent
If we mute its force
Or rise to a shout
If its inspiration we endorse
Most whispers remain soundless
For the scream we hear is rejection
We cower and retreat in fear
Never sharing the whispers affection
The whisper fades and drifts away
We doubt it ever existed
The empty loneliness embraced
Loves murmur once again resisted
Nobody