The Unknown Whisper

Drips of time

Dripping like rain drops

In my mind

Will the storm subside

If for a little while

May i catch my breath

A voice crying in the wilderness

Marooned at sea

Quote the raven nevermore

The voice of the fear

Perhaps a haunting dream

Waking me up to the nothingness of all

Echoes of future ? climb the walls

And yet i reside 

In this temple of nine 

Sweating in cold embrace

Wishing the present was death

And with nothing left

But slowing breath

I could come still

And in that moment 

Dissolve into unknown whispers

A poem by

Liam Herdman