A Whisper, A Shout

Can you hear my voice? A whisper upon the wind. Too long I have gone without, No more can my voice speak loud. My thoughts reside within, My feelings are no more felt. I am almost lifeless, A soul walking, drifting, endless. But with these here I have found, A voice from which sound comes forth. With these small things, Paper, pen, and ink. I have found the voice, That I once lost And could not Find.