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Voice
I heard its susurration down the hallway, calling softly to the air
Its simple imploration beseeched me to go there.
I heard its whisper all about me; I could feel it swirling round my head.
But the voice that longed for me to come was somewhere I did dread
I refused; I begged; I pleaded
For it to come to me.
But the currents said no good; God what I wanted it to be.
But no;
My eyes grew wide; my hands flared out; and there they struck the wall.
My bloodied fists could feel it fade; the whispering slipped down the hall.
God! I?d lost it in my panic; in my misguided, hungry search.
I waited, settled in the hallway - terrified bird taken to perch.
My mind was muddled by my thoughts, for not could I grasp why -
Why the voice had left me shallow, wishing I would die.
Oh, to rot, to crumble; my soul a stupid matted mess;
All because I'd dared to long, yenned the voice gently caress;
For it could lead me somewhere! A place, a thing long wanted...
But what was that? By god! the very thought left my mind haunted.
This thought I kept close for a long, nameless time
So long that my body was soon filled with grime.
Now brimming with the dirt of thought, of countless wasted years,
I strive to rinse myself - to brush off my weakened tears.
And standing there, I look above; there the doorway does loom high.
And thunder shakes its frame as the voice comes out in one smooth cry.
I take one last look upon the floor, seeing my feet silently stride,
As at last I dare to step inside.
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