{"sf1_id":479772,"sf2_id":"J1OM3O2m","title":"The Voice","author":"Ephemeral_Dreams","words":502,"posted_at":"2012-12-29T13:44:00.000Z","tags":["Contemporary","M/solo","Mixed messages","No-Yiff","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/479772-the-voice","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1OM3O2m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/79/b0/79b036ba-14bf-4da9-b6e6-14d3fdc5534b","description":"Metaphoric poetry...about my current feelings, friends and life in general :)","content":"The Voice\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs I spend these nights pondering, staring into the dull screen.\n\nThe glow of some scientific description, made into light.\n\nAs I send my thoughts wandering, glaring into the full darkness.\n\nThe sorrows of some terrific asphyxiation, aids my plight.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe rope in my hand, knotted and frayed.\n\nMuch like my core, pounded and ground.\n\nThe sweat in my palm, rotted and grayed.\n\nTouch like my whore, grounded and round.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBump after bump I slide, ever downwards towards the crater.\n\nA gaping hole of nothingness, darkness incarnate.\n\nJump after jump I glide, every so still nowhere near the equator.\n\nA rasping hope of salvation, miracles of garnets.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI close my eyes and listen, for a sound of hope and joy,\n\nFor the birds' cries for companionship, something to delve into my loneliness.\n\nI lose my guise and christen, for a mound of fruit and soy.\n\nFor the gods' tries at mercy, someone to shelve unto my mind.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs I descend one more knot, a few more inches perhaps.\n\nI look up at the starless night, afraid to climb or to fall.\n\nWhat is this struggle, why do I persist?\n\nWhy is there a toggle, why do I resist?\n\nAs I recant one more lot, a spare memory relapses.\n\nI look down into the lightless blight, weighted by the toll.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAh how I wish to let go, to fall endlessly with a smile.\n\nPlummeting towards the unknown, yet, the glad end.\n\nI do hear the voice, yelling from somewhere beyond.\n\nAh what I'd dish for my love, to call hopelessly with a smile.\n\nRummaging within my broken, and riddled mind.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHow long as the voice called, I wonder.\n\nWhy would anyone call for me, I ponder.\n\nThrough the treacherous troughs and hills, the voice had remained.\n\nAh yes, I do recall those sonorous vibrations...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWords that kept me going, causing me to thrust a hand forward.\n\nWords that left me hoping, causing me to sprout a reed of dream.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMayhap it shall pull me up again, just maybe.\n\nPerhaps the voice will come closer, so it becomes a whisper, not a yell.\n\nMaybe It could help me up again, I hope to gods it be.\n\nCollapse the wall of hate and anguish, so it becomes a picture, not a portrait.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTo one day climb over the edge, to see beyond the horizon.\n\nTo one day cry over the ledge, to read beyond the norm.\n\nTo shed tears in recollection, of my numerous reconciliations\n\nTo shed years in reflection, of my humorous shenanigans.\n\nTo one night hug the one I love, to dreams untroubled.\n\nTo one night tug the one I love, to beams of morning light.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nComments are always welcome...\n\nplease let me know what I can improve, and what you got out of it :)\n\nThanks for reading, everyone.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n(C) Ephemeral\\_Dreams. do not distribute, vend or copy without express permission from the author.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}