The whispers are abound me
Causing my soul to be weary
My actions to be plagued by cracking nerves
I am a powder keg going to explode
The shadows inside me fights with malice
Filling me with unnatural worry
My eyes are sleepy
My mind weepy and troubled
Yet the shadows inside me play their games'
Insidious in their whispers
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From The Typewriter
PoetryThe following poems are typed using a Adler Gabrielle 12 Typewriter. The reason I used the typewriter to write my poems is because the typewriter not only gives you concentration in typing it also stops you from being distracted you are only focusin...
