- Whispers-
They are filling my head
With words I don't wish to be said
Reminders of why I am alone
Strapped in a white jacket
There is a man watching me with his clipboard in hand
I wish I could be back walking on sand
Apparently it is not my time yet
The nurse in white and I just met
They think I'm crazy
And the whisper are beginning to make me think I am.
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Dark Poems
Mystery / ThrillerNew poems are updated randomly. I will try to get one new poem up every week. Hope you enjoy!
