THE WHISPER WITHIN
Seated at the top floor of our flat, the same feeling I had felt the previous day gave me a visit
again,
This feeling arose inside me with so much power,
I craved for so many things with this feeling, watching myself in the elite league,
I was worshiped by many a figure to be reckoned,
Were these the same feelings that haunted Einstein?
Were these the same whispers that dragged Claudius Ptolemy into his grave?
I was a worried fellow clutching the fists of my trembling hand as I wandered deeper,
What was the special piece of my doing in this world?
The slow beats from the neighbor’s stereo hummed sleep into my drowsy eyes,
My ears ached with passion as my soul cried for mercy,
Mercy to be relieved from the torture of the WHISPER WITHIN
-Kimutai Joel Victor-