Whispers From the Black

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I don't really like this one myself. I wrote it when I was feeling extremely lost and confused, it reminds me of a darcker time in my life. Things where going down hill and I felt as if no one cared.

Whispers From the Black

Their hands come up from my feet
Reaching for my heart
The shattered thing it is
Mindless whispers
Eco around belonging to no face

I am here and here I stand
waitng for the darkness
To take my pain away
My withered heart is ready for the end to come
Take away my consious thoughts
Make it disapear

No one stands in wait for me
Not a single soul
I am alone
I am dead
My voice whispers out
of the darkness

 

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spbsdude commented on Whispers From the Black

11-24-2010

So beautiful and terrifyingly sad. do not give up. Press on to the dawn, it comes after the darkest hour of the night.

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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