The whisper

wrote this poem when all seemed hopeless.

The whisper

The days of yore have passed away,

When darkness rules this earth,

When it creeps into my heart,

The light of my hope , my essence ,

Cedes into oblivion

 

I lay bleeding , upon the altar

Of despair,

Hard as stone ,as black as death

As cold as ice,

I await my end , calm,

Composed,

For I have no hope,for I bleed not red

But blue.

 

I hear a whisper,as silent as if

It never existed.

But I hear it yet again,

That whisper.

I strain my ears to listen

To its wisdom,

For I have none left.

It told me its golden words,

Shocked I am,

For  it is indeed wise,

This whisper of mine soul.

It said,

“For every dusk,

There is a new dawn”.

Reviews

[Nightfeather]

The soul is really two sided, for it can bring salvation but also sorrow and chaos but as long as the voice of the whisper is still inside your soul, one can still receive salvation and the hope that one deserves. This poem can generate hope, for the end of the poem is the moment that we can taste the sweet nectar named salvation. This poem must be heard in this world of us, for the truth is one of the truths that must be known and so, your poem will live forever in the hearts of the one who understands your message.

Good job :D

[Anjana]

awesum poem... !! proud of u

[Joel Armstrong]

thanks sis!!!

[Jerome F Knox III pseud..]

Very good imagery. You led us down a well choreographed path with a perfect ending...well done

[Joel Armstrong]

thank you!

[CA Anurag Sharma]

Its a very beautiful poem... "for every dusk, there is a new dawn".... so very true.....