Monday, May 16, 2011

Poem #442

Secret Whispers
Words as sharp as knives puncture the air,
Piercing through the calm and shattering the peace.
All pleasant feelings are sucked into oblivion,
Replaced by a dark cloud of hate, uncalled for anger.
The whispers carry secrets to break the heart,
Destroy the trust of those around you.
It affects the minds, the spirits of those near and far,
Yet not a single one is thought about before release.
Carelessly flooding out of wide open mouths,
Into the open ears of anyone who will listen.
Those secret whispers, they spread the word,
Whether the information is fact or fiction.
They pique the curious nature of the world,
But not without causing pain,
Leaving a path of destruction in its wake.
These whispers are louder than you think they are.

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