Whispers

Can you hear the screams,

High up in the wind,

Begging for a savior,

Begging for life.

And here we stand,

Surrounded,

By our trauma,

And our anger - seething.

Don’t tell me where I stand,

While you teeter on that precipice.

Don’t tell me when to speak,

When your voice is like a whisper.

I can see the fire,

Burning ever so quietly,

Behind blue eyes.

Tearing down paper mâché walls.

Bitter words,

The taste lingering,

And all I can hear,

Is the begging.

Don’t plead for forgiveness,

While you stand on your pedestal,

Preaching to your choir,

Heretic.

Hypotheticals and theories,

Where does our war take us?

Whispers on the wind,

Crying.

Searching for higher purpose,

Can you feel it,

Coming on,

I know you’re fighting

With yourself

And I know

You’ll eventually

Lose it

Whispers,

Calling out your name,

Begging,

Save us please,

Seeking out

The differential,

Learning,

We’re falling,

Ever slowly,

From grace

And don’t tell me where I stand,

When you’re caught,

In the crossfires of your own demise

Losing faith in ourselves.

Can you hear them screaming.