Murmurs Heard

Whispers

Breath upon my ear

Straining

Desperate

Pierce the veil

Speak louder

I cannot hear you…..

Too much noise

Too many vibrations

No one slows down any more

No one breathes deep

Exhaling

Inhaling

Religning self with nature

With time

With the true essence

Kept tamped down

No one can hear it

Mutters

Heard on the wind

I perceive them

Energies soaring

Mingling

Tempting

Out of reach

Even when I slow down

When I focus inward

Diving towards the stirring consciousness

I am rebuffed

Repeled

For the stink of sin

The burning stench of greed

Clings hungrily to my skin

No amount of soap and water

Cleans these blemishes

These spots

Nothing will get them out

Like Lady Macbeth

Driven insane

By her own ruinous wants

Desires…..

Time tolls.

Time stands still.

Time is an eternity .

A chance to relearn.

A chance to grow.

A chance to slow down

And finally hear the whispers

Of those who came before.

©March 14/23

Untitled Dark Poem #13

I listen to you
speaking words 
waving your hands
intent on explaining
your way.
Turning truth to its side
slipping lies 
like illegal drugs
into my drink 
(my ears)
making me more pliable.
Each mundane word 
tricked out 
in fancy dress
floating 
raining down 
numbing my senses.
Blah.....
blah .....
blah .....
blah.....
eyes glazed over
heart stuttering to a stop
unable to care 
unable to summon the strength 
the resolve
to move from your side.
My eyes
bleak
broken
show nothing 
you removed emotion
with precision
turning me once more
into a broken doll
upon your arm.
A pretty girl
with no will
lost in a nightmare
with no knight 
in sight 
to save me.

©March 12/23
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