Its all she can hear
Nothing else
Its ringing crazy
She can hardly think
Tough times
Uneasy decision
She needs a clear head
But it keeps getting louder
It's drowning the whisper
The whisper of her heart
She seeks to bell this cat
But how?
The forces that bind
Seem stronger
Stronger than any to pull it apart
She weeps
Coz it hurts
And it can hurt real bad
The voice wouldn't let go
But it must
It has to
To cease for a season
To step away
Until she regains control
Thus a price must be paid
The pain endured
Let space do its bidding
And time have its lot
For otherwise
A thorn is pushed down her throat
And a heart manipulated
Unfair that is
Maybe, evil
To her tender heart
And worse for the voice
And so it begins
A trip
One with hopeful destiny
But devoid of age
A silence of this sound
A necessary hush
Til' a place
The mountain of moriah
Where a choice is made
To offer or not, a sacrifice
Not as twain, but one.
melchi
24072014
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