Small whispers in the air.
Surrounding me.
Closing my eyes and I'm listening to the weak voices.
A small obsession, another crave.
The voices are the loudest silence of them all.
Like storms, they leave me breathless and in a mess with a flaking gaze.
Afraid.
We're afraid of losing each other.
Some are soft, some are rather harsh.
Some reminds me of a quiet night serenade, sung by lonely ones.
Others reminds me of a song from the ones who've had enough, with frustration cracking in their skulls.
They're screaming in my ears.
They're all a lonely shout into a dark and empty room.
They're a piece of loud silence.
A slice of forgotten hopes and desperation.
A reminder of all my cravings and obsessions.
Dark and light at the same time.
One is for hugging, another for tugging.
All together, they're small whispers.
Nothing more than the base of sadness and the results of loneliness.
These are my friends.
YOU ARE READING
~Poems~
PoetryI have always loved writing poems, so I'll post some of them here! Hope you'll like them!
