The Golden Whisperer

November 4, 2010
By Z.PVarley GOLD, Kissimmee, Florida
Z.PVarley GOLD, Kissimmee, Florida
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There is a man,
His hosts call him
The Whisperer. He
Haunts us like a ghost,
Makes us live in fear.
The man-spirit softly
Breathes sweet sayings in
Our ears; words of caution,
Guidance. Our protecter,
He calls himself. He is
Everywhere, in everything,
And safely out of sight.
Our little secret; the voice
Behind our motives.
I've never seen him, but
I feel him always. He's
My protecting parasite.

His golden light brightens
My world from the dark
Shadows that were never there.
The man, this Golden Whisperer,
Refuses to leave and I will never
Let him. He's no longer my ghost.
He devoured me long ago.
He's all I see, all I act on,
All I feel. I live by his rules.
We all do, those he chose
To feed on.

We walk among you,
Shoved and ignored. We are
Taunted due to our leech
Of a protecter.
We seem almost above you,
With strength and
Persistance and will to carry on.
We are not strength.
Unknowingly, we fell to the Whisperer.
Now the whispering never stops.

The author's comments:
This poem was inspired by people, like me, who are overly cautious or fearful of "living" in someway. I created the idea of The Golden Whisperer, a man-spirit who lives in all of us and control those who lives a strained, fearful life.

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