POEM
The Whisper
By Doriel Wyler•2 min read•3/3/19
"A poem about longing, sleepless nights, and the whisper that won't fade."
I'm just sitting on my bed
With too many words inside my head
Longing more for something
That awakens me at night
You cause my grief to come alive
With returning feelings I can't hide
Be silent in my head
But I still think of you instead
The whisper is for free
It only comes from me
The whisper is for thee
And it always comes from me
Why can't I shake you off
It's like a burning cough
Stop these disparate dreams
I just want to scream
I love you more than then
I can't remember when
It's way too late to know
For a brand new loving show
The whisper is for free
It only comes from me
The whisper is inside
The whisper I can't hide
The whisper is for free
Shhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Quiet now.w
DW
Doriel Wyler
Self-Taught Artist & Writer • Arts Derived