Whispers

They trickle around me

Soft breaths of voices

Tugging me closer

Waiting for me to listen

And I do

Eagerly wishing to hear

Pushed to the edge of my seat 

The clock quietly ticks

From the corner 

My muscles tensing 

Stiffening 

The adrenaline 

Slowly seeping from me

Little voices still murmur 

No longer intriguing 

Weary 

With use 

Twisted until no longer legible 

I yawn and lay down

Blinking slowly 

Falling to the whispers

Of things i can no longer hear

Reviews

[Jagged memory]

This is pretty darn good, wonderful write

[Pawprints]

Thanks

[Moon]

I love it ! Your words give amazing detail and you have constructed this very well . Good job !

[Pawprints]

Thank you!

[Moon]

You are welcome

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~ beautiful poetry... there's a sadness in these words that i relate to my own experience of the thoughts on my mind before i sleep... these days i'm going through challenging experiences... initially the whispers of these thoughts are quite loud but ultimately i get exhausted and fall asleep... i felt that you'd recreated this perfectly as i read your poem... extremely intense and vivid writing...

[Erinne S.]

This was detailed and vivid... I loved it! Well done with your word choices and the flow you had with this piece. I was drawn in right away with the imagery you provided. I could almost hear the whispers, as if I were really there. Great job!

~Erinne