i wake and find all i know to be dead. i hear a whisper , for which i ignore. i walk the worlds streets , finding only corpses. i knock door to door finding no answer only a whisper in my ear. on i go searching and seeking . nothen do i find. days go by , months past . boredom sets in , loneliness reeks at every bend. a whisper still calling in my ear , ignored it is. every country have i now been . cars have i drove , boats have i sailed , planes to many have i flown . on i go . now at my end , death i wish , a knife i take ,a slit i make , another is done. yet still i live. a gun i find, to the heart i aim , with a flash and a bang the bullet glides through leaving no trace. from my eyes tears begin to flow. were is death i call and wish to know. then a whisper comes once more ,,,,, telling me , i have called to you since life's end, answer me you did not and so now you shall live till lifes birth once more . then i shall call again .
this is not a poem nor a story but just another thought and dream that has visited me , i know this is the first i have shared with you but more i shall share if you wish and let me know . this was a gentle dream some are harsh and cruel .
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