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The Calling/a poem

Updated on October 6, 2013

The Calling

The Calling

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.

Theresa Bauserman

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      Tijani Achamlal 3 years ago from Morocco

      Beautiful and thought provoking poem.One day,I am sure you will hear that voice,just keep searching !

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