It starts as a whimper
the unsuspecting sound,
maybe a hum or a whisper
a gesture small in shift,
just like a sniff or a shiver
the palpitation of a heart that leads to shakes and quivers
muster up the vigor
compel the urges in the mind,
ignite the silenced voice
betray the mindless influence from fools and "high-end" noise
it's time to regain poise again
it's time to claim composure
corrode and throw away the junk that crumbles and decays
there's more at stake than pride, this torture
creates a side of self that imitates the look of vultures feeding neck deep in their prey
the phantom of this opera that whispers in your ear
you hear the sound grow louder, piercing through the thickest mist
suffocating lungs, the swisher sweetness of the thunderous hum that grows ten times ferocious,
osmosis of the beating drums,
turn focus on the bleeding sun that thrashes with her rays,
the sacrifice of whimpers for conviction of a bang,
delivered by the soul inside that won't sit or relinquish,
inferno of emotion that will not quit or extinguish,
apocalypse—a cosmic whip that speaks the tongue of gods,
300 verse a million,
who would ever thought the odds,
but in this monumental bang lies essence of a whimper
the little voice that speaks so soft
the snivel that broke through its locked cage
cocked bang, It burst, expression heard
the repressed stir
belief shines through, and hope climbs high as truth is found
in form no simpler
Its voice is heard with bang or whimper