The Voice

It calls to me in tremulous tones,
Speaking of inner torment
And of loneliness,
Crying, "Help me."
It calls to me in bitter anguish,
Speaking of disbelief
And of lost love,
Whispering hoarsely, "Beware of man."
It calls to me in anger,
Speaking of betrayal
And of manipulation,
Demanding, "Retribution!"
It calls to me in jubilation,
Speaking of enlightenment
And of an end to sorrow,
Screaming, "He is nothing!"
It called to me . . .
He called to me . . .
And my answer?
Silence.

Danielle Baker
-12/1/95