Whisper

A small murmur of tone
Holding on to the sound
With slight hesitation
That it may be too loud...

No business of yours
Who I am
Or why I am here
Risking all for a cause
That won't let me alone...

I began as something unnamed
They called me this
And watched to see
Where I would go,
Why should It alter my ego?

Maybe the plan isn't there
Maybe finding something
Means leaving something behind
But I can't be other
Than the whispering...

Unheard of-unfulfilled
Except for those
Who listened carefully
And understood, in part
What was meant to be
May never be,
But there was, at least, a start...

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poem by Romeo Della Valle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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