whisper.

and i will whisper to the cherub 
to mend this forlorn mortal 
who wheedles its way to solace 
and punching crowds of darkness 
lurking inside the bustling city 
in thralled to time and destiny 
coaxed itself not to bemoan 
from the sharp pangs of isolation 
brawling battles never won 
lie awake like an embittered man 
with a pair of fathomless eyes 
dulled by stale yuletide lights 
in chafed by the labyrinth of woe 
an imbecile none has ever known 
and i will whisper to the cherub 
to whisper to the immortal.