To me whispers I hear calling up on me.
Me not rude but pay less attention to thee.
Hope is unknown, achievement isn’t free.
Grace on it’s own, unable to flee.
To whispers I hear, but I do not understand.
Bold, loud and scary I cannot withstand.
A wish I wish for, request and demand.
24hrs back in time if I am able to rebrand.
Hope beneath me, but I do not look down.
I’ve realized where the whispers are coming from now.
The message being past to me was dragged by a rope.
Cling unto thy text, the WHISPERS OF HOPE