I try to cover my ears, but
it comes from inside
my heart ... the Whispers.
Whisper from my past
Why do you torment my soul?
They sound in my ear,
a buzzing but, it sounds
like a cry for help to my heart
that knows the history.
Painful past travels in whispers.
I ask for help but they didn't
hear it because it's whispers.
I am alone in this battle.
I scream and laugh
trying to shut them up.
I smile painfully, because
of the whispers that invade me.
"They dont care,
they never did"...
Whisper the past to
my heart and soul.
I whisper "silence"
but it is not enough
Then like a gentle breeze
Comes to me other whisper
This time it's a happy memory
And I smile for real, knowing
That hope is the greatest fear of fear
And a happy whisper fills me with hope. And fear is no longer there.
