(Young Woman On The Shore, Edvard Munch, 1896)
Whispers of a Soul
Longings of the heart screeching across the cosmos
Hidden beyond the darkness
Lost in realms of conscious reality
No one is listening; no one can hear
Only the shadows know the truth
Does his soul hear the calls of my sorrow?
Why must one bear the burden of knowing
While others live life blissfully ignorant?
There is no God of mercy, of love
For He would not want one to suffer such torment
Or leave one to such inevitable longing
Is destiny so destined?
Or are there interceptions–a chance of one’s fate
Where whispers are heard