Silence is a whisper,
lips are but a lie.
Twisting a tale for men
and his mind.
I am but a whisper,
forgotten through time.
I have told many.
many a lie.
The Sky is but a whisper,
the Ocean but a sound.
The Earth that moves is but,
unbound.
Life is but a whisper,
yet death is no lie.
When solitude takes me
I will not die.
Touch is but a whisper,
a secret of time.
He is but flesh
and so am I.
Death is but a whisper,
i have no doubt.
Whispering all the time,
all lies coming out.
Lies are but a whisper,
a broken breath.
I am not human,
nor life nor death.
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Poems
PoetryA selection of a few poems I have written over the years. There is no general theme, I just write what comes to mind when I can.
