Whisperer's call....

Each time it speaks to me,
Its message is never vague.
Each time it guides me,
I follow in a daze.
Where is it leading me to now?
I long to see the end somehow!

It's callin...calling my name!
Softly...softly; its call ever so tame!
What could it be this time?
Whose biddin? And why...oh! Why?

Past experiences raise questions.
Why then should I be forced to action?
What makes this different from the rest?
A familiar whisper says: put this to the test!

Bein me, it spares lil' urgin,
As subtle words guarantee my followin.
My holdin back will do me no good.
I'm bein led to my soul's best food.

Yet! this call seems different.
I sense confusion. This is different!
I'm asked to follow, yet hold back...
A piece of me incase they come back.

Come back? Who's expected while am gone?
I'm in a daze, most of me already gone.
my remains only cleaning up.
Envisage a long one: I need to lock up!

Yet within the whispery calls,
I discern a different call,
Tellin me to leave a part of me;
Askin me to leave a spare key!

Does this mean I shall return again?
Return to that familiar den.
Why call me if it foresees a return?
I would rather stay than be gone!

Alas! The decision has been made,
The whisperer has put me in a daze.
Yet! I follow but drag my feet.
Will another voice not speak?

Each time it speaks to me,
Its message is never vague.
Each time it guides me,
I follow in a daze.
Where is it leading me to now?
I long to see the end somehow!