just a whisper sent on
sweet cloying decaying breath –
“it’s not for you”
overwhelmed – drowning –
looking for a way out and
losing yourself further under water
and that whisper –
breathless in your soul –
“it’s not for you”
doubts and fears –
nagging onward –
pushing you into oblivion
and a whisper, soft as feathers,
playing in your ear –
“it’s not for you”
so many times before,
poised upon a parapet…
ready to soar on wings of gold
yet that whisper
caresses your skin –
“it’s not for you”
pushed into the freeing sky –
pushed before learning to fly –
and falling towards oblivion
the whisper floats on,
burrowing into your soul…
“it’s not for you”
crashing, tumbling,
a broken soul –
once again, you feel the pain
and the whisper,
so sweet – so deadly-
“it’s not for you”
why risk it?
you know the end results –
left standing in the rain
with that whisper,
soft as death,
“it’s not for you”
with a certainty you’ve never felt,
you know that this is it…
the last time you’ll feel the pain
because the whisper,
so clear and strong –
“it’s not for you”
and in the quiet of the dreary dark,
the nagging and doubts
scream instead of talk…
but there’s always that whisper…
quiet but there…
“it’s not for you”
screaming, crying,
punching the wall…
why risk this at all?
the whisper agrees –
purrs thoughts into your ear –
“it’s not for you”
dizzy, drowning,
not sure which way to go…
looking for those arms to hold…
and the whisper,
taker of hope –
“it’s not for you”
when, you scream –
just fucking when?
when will it be my turn?
and that whisper, smugly replies…
“never”
“it’s not for you”
finding the arms outstretched,
you rush to their safety
if only for a moment
the whisper laughs –
meanly, manically –
“it’s not for you”
then, as suddenly as it began,
those arms – they push you away –
push you back over the ledge…
and the whisper,
cool and calm and collected
“it’s not for you”
your soul breaks –
shattered again –
and you sink into nothingness…
realizing that the whisper,
always there, was correct…
“it’s not for you”
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