• A silent cry, a whisper in mind •

It’s the unbearable, he doesn’t speak of,

Till he breaks, only do you seek faith,

It’s too late, by then, you hit brake,

He’s gone.

A whisper in his head has turned his name to shame,

He has shown, but none came,

And none care,

He retreated then to the whisper in his head, and dwelled there,

Awaiting the soft voices to materialise and to take his dream to toll,

It’s unfair, but life it is,

As he took it as it is.

His fate, I’m afraid, that’s what he said.

— PurplePen