Whispers assail my unquiet mind echoing victims of past misdeeds Whispers of jagged sentiment clog my heart with knowledge that friends once so real are only plastic Whispers of a tormented child wreak havoc on a mind obsessed with detail Whispers of slanderous spite carve deep flaying open my soul Whispers speaking of peace well up from within cloaking thought in impenetrable fog Whispers and pleas spill silently from lips mute with untold despair Whispers...
Whispers can be good - they get your attention...and they can be bad - if you listen to the mean whispers, you may only hear the hurt, not the words.... I like this though...you're in a 'free verse' mood I see.
Excellent Scott! You have a good ear for free verse, not hindered by your problems with tone....I think you should write more in this style, it suits you and seems to work very well.....this one also flowed nicely and seemed very well structured. Good stuff
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