Whispers

Burdened with making it through yet another day
Left with only memories of the loving things you used to say

I still hear your whispers

I’m tired of just going through the motions
Why do I continue to live when I’m bound to only one of all the emotions

I still hear your whispers

Of all the things to be addicted to I suffer from the worst of all
Then one that doesn’t hurt when you fall

I still hear your whispers

Love, the deadliest emotion
A bringer of great peace or great commotion

I still hear your whispers

I long for silence, to finally be void of your voice
Left, empty and alone, determined by your choice

I still hear your whispers

Hands pressed tight against my ears
Wishing it wasn’t you that brought life to all my fears

I still hear your whispers

Reviews

[Riddhi]

Great read..An entire picture of a person trying to get rid of memories of someone whom he used to love was painted in front of him..But that person can't get over those memories..You expressed yourself really well in this poem..I especially liked when you said love the deadliest emotion , A bringer of great peace or great commotion..Actually love is like that..I can feel your emotions as I read the poem..I loved the flow that your poem had..The title was also so nice and to say the truth I really liked this entire poem right from the title to each and every poem..Actually I felt as if it can be converted into a song called whispers..You penned it really well..
Keep writing..

[Sumo]

I appreciate your review dearly. I did have a “song” in mind as it flowed.

I’m haunted by my past and each poem aids in my release of the sorrow.

[Riddhi]

Hmm..You know most of the writers almost every writer we write so that we can get rid of our pain which we are going through..And that is the reason why pen and paper become our best friends because they are the only one who listen to our sorrow and they are the most loyal friend with whom we can share our pain..

[Sumo]

Truth, it helps a lot.