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Whisper
I heard a whisper…
In my dream last night, you've found another to hold
Where the blind ones tossed and turned, lost in a labyrinth
Your lonely nights becoming a sanctuary forming desires
Turning your head away from an old promise, facing a new one
Faraway in another cosmos under a starlight banner
A deafening silence too much to bear closes in
Sounds of murkiness cave in as crows begin to caw
From the raindrops falling on grey cold pavement
Where blue ice cut into clouds sparsely scattered
Wet on the inside not covered by a roof
The gentle tapping driven by the wind's breath
Dry on the side that lay below the roofs
Looking through the panes, a vacant stare
There, on the dry side, slept a homeless elderly man
His hands weathered and bleached by nature's curse
Lying on used cardboard boxes and covered by layers of them
Each day opening his eyes, the struggle to survive begins all over again
Has he given up hope for his own society?
Or has society abandoned him to the streets?
From the coffee dripping into a pot
stirring as it freshly brews a warm steam
Smell of caffeine fills the air delighting the senses
into the cup of memories sharing visions
Camouflaging the scent of loneliness
mingling with thoughts of happiness
There, on the coffee table, sits a poorly dressed elderly woman
her hands shaking with the feebleness of age deeply moving
Talking loudly to an invisible friend with two places set
ghosts from the past appear living always dearly beloved free will
Has she cast out hope of opening up to friends?
Or have they labeled her as an insecure outcast?
From the keyboard typing sounds in an office
idle gossip begins the background stage chatter
Heat produced by machines blends within substance
tattooed underneath a thin veil opens up pages incomplete ink
Together with human activities rising high in temperature soars
the hustle and bustle begins from trained commands laid down
There, on the window side, a nervous working man keeps his head down
focused on the job at hand calculating his time how its spent wisely
Yielding to all demands and pressure from the top
everything in relation to work becomes orders to complete
Has he surrendered hope to the ignorant and proud?
Or have they trampled on his integrity and strengths?
I heard a whisper…
Silently calling that 'Hope' was laying asleep
At the bottom of Pandora's box collecting dust
From the mischief of human actions remained the bleached bones laid bare
Slowly rotting away among fallen light of heaven's outcasts
Living in agony suppressed by hate of a thousand nightmares
The whisper dissipates into a black hole adrift
What was once beautiful now turns bitter and sullen
a Collaboration by Liam Mc Daid and Angeline Lim i forgot to post in 2017
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Liam Mcdaid
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