Whispers

Whispers,
sounds that surround me.
That are everywhere.
Closing in around me.
I hear the whispers.
The words.
The sounds.
The screams.
The shouts.
The tears.
The anger.
The pain.
The indescribable and unbearable feelings that overwhelm you when you least expect them.
I gasp for air.
I'm drowning in the whispers.
Losing my identity.
I'm dissolving in this madness.
I'm letting go of hope.
I'm losing out on time.
What will I do when my hourglass is empty?
When the whispers make their final stand?
Will I be strong enough to fight?
To stand up for who I think I am?
Or will I let the whispers win?
Let them decide who I am and what I'll be?
Will I let them control me?
Let myself be a puppet on a string?
A doll controlled by destiny?
Or will I be a coward and do neither?
Will I neither gain or surrender control of myself?
Will I cut those faithful strings that bind me to my future?
What will become of me when I make my final stand?
When the whispers surround me and I'm only a shell of who I really am?
Or at least, who I'm supposed to be.

Reviews

[SaintdeSales]

Resonated with the atmosphere expressed here. Very oppressive and catalystic. A coming to terms with inner turmoil. Good work.

[gigidig]

Thank you so much, I truly appreciate the review!