Whispers in the dark
Unto me they hark
Spinning lies
And clouding the vision of my eyes
They deafen me
Blind me
'til I know not right from wrong
And they poison me with their song
So long have I battled these voices
Too long have I labored against their dark choices
They are the whispers in the dark
And unto me they hark
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Inner Silence
PoetryThe inner silence is always there. Waiting. watching. recording. Recording the chaos and misery of my existence. A collection of depressing poems of my life.
