Calling I am, thou nameless down yonder mile, lend me your ear,
Whisper a thing shall I, that bringeth a smile or forces forth a tear.
Weary I am bearing a load of stories untold,
Lend me your ear so I may layer by layer, unfold.
Listen to me, cries out my soul so clear,
Wait I for that patient listener who seems so far, is yet so near.
Tired though I am wearing a countenance of feigned equanimity,
Lend me your ear, evoked by earnest interest, not condescending pity.
Long I tell you things, courage and words for which missed I so far,
For with time only emboldened my desires to finally speak out are.
Tell you shall I stories of my times tempestuous and trivialities forgettable,
Pouring out my heart without an expression superfluous and intent indubitable.
Wish I for some audience so dear, that pot now bubbling over so full,
Harness that flow someone or waste it goes, I mull.
Can you hear me, my insides are shrieking,
Lend me your ear, Hey!, is anyone listening?