Never Alone

My thoughts are made of quiet whispers

breathed into my ear

they echo in my head--never leaving

something is inside me

it is not me

I silently hope it will leave

but i dare not disturb the whispers 

their roots are bound

I know i would be shattered in the process

Reviews

[Misery]

Your poem has a certain intrigue.
It also has the soft and silent torment of a Sylvia Plath poem. Nicely done, dear poet.

[Ellen C]

i appreciate your reviews! thank you so much

[Misery]

You are welcome, dear poet.