It starts as a tremble
A soft tremble beneath my feet
Then it grows to a roar
A loud roar from beneath the ground
Then it stops
It is silent for a split second
The second of blank thoughts
The second of no memory
The second of silent bliss
Then it all comes back
It comes in a rush of wind that knocks me down
It comes in a blow to the face that turns my sight
It comes in an almost silent whisper in my ear
It comes as painful as the rest
As ignorant and blind
As ridiculous and quick
Without thought or preparation
Without thinking of the effects
Without believing in the pain
It comes as a whisper in my ear
Almost silent
Almost not there
But, I hear it
I hear it and the message is clear
The message is clear while the accuser is in the dark
The accuser stays in his unknowing fog while I stay under my dark cloud
And under my dark cloud I am in the knowing
And with the knowing comes the pain
The pain that no one hears
No one sees
No one recognizes
For it is the whisper
The whisper in my ear
The whisper in my ear that leaks information
The information everyone surrounding wishes is not true
Everyone hears the whisper, but no one listens to it
It tells them the truth
It tells them the false
Even though they know the whisper is right they claim it is wrong
Because they are afraid
They are afraid of the truth
Afraid of the false
Afraid of their lies
I will listen
I will listen to the truth and the false
To the real and the pretend
I will seek out my real life and purpose
I will listen
I will listen to the silent whisper
The silent whisper.
CITEȘTI
Inside the Minds of the Unspoken
PoezieA journey occurring over the course of three years in which unspoken thoughts can finally become reality.
