Whispers Poem by james d nall,jr

Its so very subtle at first
My mind suddenly feels thirst
Lightly I hear my name called
Now I'm completely enthralled
From one ear to the other
Should I call for my mother?

Whispering, so, so, light
Curiosity, turns to delight
Voices, outside my head
Coming, from the dead
Round and round it goes
Felt it, pass by my nose

Gentle voices, that never rise
Oohhs, Ahhss and little cries
Waking me, from my sleep
Teasing, my attention to keep
From whence they've came
Or why they play this game
Is a mystery, only they know
I only await, now, for them to go