To paper, it's just another Whisper...

 
 
 
 
                 It's  
                 just  
          another whisper...  
        from the depths of sole  
  it  did occur, I suppose it chose  
this moment to impose agonizing  
within the throes of a soul's angst  
'pon this indentured servant as it bent  
 the mental into a massive maze
amazed by the haze of self malevolence...  
a 'manifesto of  musings' if it's choosing  
a vessel used to being used to peruse  
the inner-sphere... "ok!" it shouts out in  
silent servitude,  and then with-in thy sight  
it incites... pushing thoughts through the pen,  
he whispers once again... as the ink reeks of  
 muse that speaks to paper..."To  you and  
them, here cries another whisper my friend..."