Paul Warren Poet Epic

The Whisper

At the end of the evening 
I closed the doors
And took a breath of air
At the front of my place
The crowd had left and I was left alone

The world was going to sleep
And a quiet settled over all
It’s when I heard the whisper
You are not alone
I shouted Who was there
But I heard no more that night

I heard the whisper again
When I was feeling low
And couldn’t see tomorrow 
It would come again
You are not alone
Who or what it was I didn’t know

So here I am again
When the world seems so low
And I wonder about tomorrow 
My guardian angel would whisper
You are not alone
And I find a way to carry on.
© Paul Warren Poetry

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Lady Labyrinth December 17, 2020 at 3:56 AM When you think you are totally alone, perhaps you aren't. I'm probably crazy, but there are angels in the spiritual realm (this I do believe) and there are definitely angels in the mortal realm - and they may be the type of angel one would be quite taken aback by - truth be known. People at their lowest moment/s think they are alone; there's always someone watching somewhere (even if it's in the shadows) - people should be more aware of everyone around them. So no one is ever alone. Unless they've committed some heinous crime - but even then...are they alone? Lady Labyrinth December 17, 2020 at 4:33 AM https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/nothin_truer_to_me_1297482