"Whispers heard, without a sound.
Helpless souls, never found.
Whispers there, but never thought.
Their treasure there, but never sought.

Whispers falter, on the brink of the mind.
Helpless souls, forever they are blind.
Whispers there, Lost within a darkness so bright,
Submerged in murky deep waters, in fright.

Whispers dreamed of, without an image,
Helpless souls, cry out for help.
Whispers there, but the mind never triggers,
Memories collide, distorting the view.

Whispers felt, by the sixth sense
Helpless souls, reach for defense.
Whispers there, but frightened mind,
Blocks the sound, so there's nothing to find.

Whispers questioned, by intellect,
Helpless souls, cause mind to reflect.
Whispers there, mind finally thinks,
And creates a bridge, across the brink.

Whispers sensed, willfully by comprehension,
Helpless souls, undergo analyzation,
Whispers there, bid ignorance 'way,
But forever, they remain, unheard."

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