Echoing Whispers

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Echoing Whispers

Echoing whispers in my head
Something is stirring within
Yesterdays voices left me for dead
Resurrected, I begin
Thoughts provoking me
Mocking me, choking me
Leaving me no room to breathe
Dark and alone letting no one in
For fear of where it may lead
Is this the penance for my sin
Life is not judged on good deed
Visions tormenting me
Tempting me, emptying me
I am beginning to seethe
I cannot pursue much longer
The fight has all but to flee
A soul is assumed much stronger
Yet I'm longing to be set free
Utterances entrance me
Romance me, play chance with me
It is their intent to deceive
The muse has lost her way it seems
There is nothing left to inspire
I no longer sleep for fear of dreams
This is her secret desire
Life's animosity surrounds me
Confounds me, abounds in me
Inflicts wounds you cannot conceive
Ominous affections hovering o'er me
Covering me, smothering me
Taking from me what they please
Life's double edged  blade
Violently lashes and tears me whole
Forging ahead though my heart is enslaved
While the past cuts through my soul
Silence engages me
Enrages me, wages war against me
Assailing what is all but deceased
The paltry past continually haunts me
Taunts me very dauntingly
The future doesn't look bright for me
The light can't reach eternal night thru me
Fate is calling me, appallingly
The world is falling down on me

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RareJewell commented on Echoing Whispers

10-07-2009

I love the structure that this was written in. Mental battles expressed in a very articulate yet scattered maniacal manner causing ones heart to race as reading it. Damn good.

vancelemley

10/14/2009

Thanks rare jewell...you've sensed the inner torment exactly how I intended it to feel...

DeepEclipse commented on Echoing Whispers

09-15-2009

The pain flows across fluidly. The poem really wretches with this torment. I could vision the person flinging and swinging at these demons, jumping between angered rage and overwhelming sadness. And all within a good poetic structure. Well done.

vancelemley

09/15/2009

thank you so much for reading and responding, it means a lot to me...

knight4696 commented on Echoing Whispers

09-14-2009

Pretty Damn Good for a cowboy:) Great depth and flow. A little lengthy but very well written. Good job

Erny commented on Echoing Whispers

09-08-2009

very good well writen, stillness , I senced a longing from a downward pull.. longing to belong, to perhaps a beleif in something to hang on to. Good writing

vancelemley

09/15/2009

thank you for your comment

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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