Whispers

In the darkness that surrounds me,

Encumbering my soul,

A voice of old calls blindly,

A fragment of the whole.

“What if the path you long for,

The pathway to your dreams,

Is but an echo of a whisper,

Hidden deep beneath the screams?

What if the voice that whispers,

Is an echo of myself?

Is it guiding me to safety,

Or to broken shores, and battered health?

What if the form and content,

There to guide and aid,

Are meaningless and abject

Giving false hope of being saved?

Am I lost? or am I fading fast?

Is hope but a hopeless thing?

Is love lost in ruins past?

Or are the ruins where it begins?

The whispers warn of terrors

Fears lurking deep inside,

Crippling my broken feathers

Forever banished from the skies.

I'm alone and yet I feel them,

Dancing on the breeze,

The memories of happiness,

Washed away by tumultuous seas.