Day 145 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day susurrate meaning: "make a whispering or rustling sound."
Whispers of darkness
I swear she was there
Whispering to me
Whispering her tender love
Susurrating through the brown leaves
But she is dead I know
I'm not mad and this is my only
Place to express it
She was true that I not divulge
That I keep it all to myself
I'm positive of it
Hearing voices and all that's a terrible sign a sign of the sibling
Abyss that I see
Mind the darkness she told me
As though I could sidestep it
Feelings like whirlwinds
Eddied through me
I felt queasy and my stomach did somersaults
She wasn't herself
Her mouth spoke words but no sound came out
The only thing that came was my understanding
My understanding I intended to do wrong
I intended all along to listen
I knew I ought not
I knew it
But the whispers of darkness are compelling so compelling
Especially in the moonlight where I have heard insanity hides
I pray for it to come and take me
Because then there will be no knowing where I'm going
The not knowing is adventure excitement and fun
I know even though I won't
That the voices are right
Now I am waiting
Waiting for the whispers of darkness to return to me.
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