Faint is the whisper

 

 

I am here, there, everywhere
I see all
Yet blind
For I live in the darkest recess of my mind.

There I move about
Unseen, for windows blackened
Words I send forth, unheard
For faint is the whisper.

For every single word
Gesture, I do try
Only to have tears fall upon the dampness
I am lost in all this.

This so called space I call life
So much pain
So much strife
Where does it end?

I ask of myself
Am I to walk among all
Yet no one hears my shout?
My tearful call?

Or see my hand which is held out
Take it, I plead!
Walk me to the light
Bring forth the joys.

Of this world I walk in
Yet to me is a void
Of meaningless wonder
Nothing as it seems.


For faint is the whisper
No relief does it ever bring..

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo Courtesy (c) of Tinypic

Reviews

[Art Sun]

how sad to feel the darkness and not have the accesibility to joy...one who feels this surely has not felt even the slightest of joy...sadly...

nice work...

[Patches I'm not so new..]

This is a cry for help this persona wants to be rescued from loneliness, from wht s/he consideres a useless existence at least that's what I see the anguish is palatetable I can taste it!
vwey vivid is this well done!

[~Shadow Kissed~]

beautiful poem :)

[StoryTailor]

This is a good piece. I like it.