I Heard A Secret Whispered Poem by Daniel Richards

I Heard A Secret Whispered

He heard a secret whispered, by two voices from one page,

Something’s in life are stranger then they ought to be
Such as a plain and simple apology, could you whisper in my ear? why it is, I can hear and can I see, what others cant?
What is it, that creates these scenes which play out before me…,
Do I appear as some strange fearsome monstrosity…., ? Unrelenting in my disdain acceptance of an apologist, as if seen by them standing as the pathologist of life,
Or just a threat to there ignorant accordance and truths and mistaken sense of revulsion; reality and drama of which they call stress and strife living life

People, workers, I see everyday, form of one becomes two until several more but all from the one they explore each other for angles of exploit, but reside as solely as one within one; a strange relation, being something they call me or I, oblivious to facts But yet they don’t realize, like, they are nothing, they know no realization like the misdirection, befooled by abstractions of things they try to make believe they are or the paradigm they are blinded and bounded by, there perceived control in
Relishing life, imprisoning one with wealth of materials and paper money whilst happily relinquishing freedoms in favour of fiscal leashes, tricked with investment which appease financially and apportion control to those with hands of deeds but, desecrate the inner personality, destroying the very natures of peoples being for the new sculptured and indoctrinated masses