Whispers

by Mr Rhee   Jan 14, 2010


Whispers
Whispers

Whispers in my head
Sounds, all around me
I hear the voices, going through me
Calling and calling, all for nothing

I look about, and see red
Blood in the air, I think
Pain, in the sky

People move, here and about
They talk and yell and scream

They don't see me

Whispers
Whispers

Angels dressed in black

Ghosts falling out of shadows
They seem lost in themselves

Where are all the evil ones
They make the babies cry in the dark
Simple thoughts of simple plans

The world has to pass
Everyone walking into walls
The salt in the rain poisons you
Whispers in my head

Whispers
Whispers

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  • 14 years ago

    by Kuro

    The whispers of our own self-concious, or from an unknown being, who is to say. pretty dark. i liked the part about blood red sky. nice job man
    ~Ben

  • 14 years ago

    by Karl Wild GG23

    Its so crazy to stop and imagine all the messed up thoughts that enter all of our minds at random times, that nobody could possibly ever know but ourselves. I thought the poem was dark and twisted, but makes the reader realize the good things in life that make us smile. Excellent work 5/5 Just do my latest "Freedom Cries" figured it would be easier to just tell you here haha Nice work as always