I heard those whispers

In the darkness of the

Corners of my mind

Calling me calling me

Away from things refined

In the brightness of the

Mornings glare

 

I heard those whispers

Drowning out those things

For which I did care in the

Afternoon and nurture in the

Evenings glow of setting day

 

I heard those whispers

Deafening to what others

Had to say of my situations

And those places I should have

Been

 

I heard those whispers

Echoing as my life ebbed away

From me to distant times and

Places I had been to faces remembered

And those thought of in dream

 

I head those whispers

For the last or so it would seem

I heard those whispers