Whisper

(A Collaborated Poem with Liam McDaid and myself) I hear a whisper… In my dream last night, you've found another woman to hold In your lonely nights, she becomes your sanctuary and desire Turning your head away from an eastern promise The whisper soon becomes a deafening silence too much to bear I hear a whisper... From the raindrops falling on grey cold pavement Wet on the side not covered by roofs Dry on the side that lies below the roofs There, on the dry side, sleeps a homeless elderly man Lying on used cardboard boxes and covered by layers of them Has he given up hope for his own society or has society abandoned him? I hear a whisper… From the coffee dripping into a pot Smell of caffeine fills the air delighting the senses Camouflaging the scent of loneliness There, on the coffee table, sits a poorly dressed elderly woman Taking loudly to an invisible friend and having two plates of breakfast Has she given up hope for friends or has friends avoided her? I hear a whisper… From the keyboard typing sounds in an office Heat produced by machines blends in Together with human activities rising high in temperature There, on the window side, a nervous working man keeps his head down Yielding to all demands and pressure from the top Has he surrendered hope to power or has power overwhelmed him? I hear a whisper… That 'Hope' is still laying at the bottom of Pandora's box Collecting dust from the detriments of evil actions Slowly rotting away among fallen light of heavens The whisper soon becomes an echo dissipating into a black hole