The Calling/a poem
I hear the whisper like a ghostly chime, a sweet, tempting voice calling to this soul of mine.
How far away I often wonder and the tears spill down my cheeks through the lightning and thunder.
Its bittersweet hands grip me from inside, from the face of truth I cannot hide.
I long for release from the torment I endure, but until I embrace my calling there is no cure.
Sweet dreams I cannot claim nightmares and visions from a voice with no name.
How empty I am, like a shell by the sea, the flames of hell threaten to consume me.
Find this voice, it’s my only chance, but until that day, I must suffer the dance.