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Array ( [sid] => 130619 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Whispers [time] => 2007-01-16 20:31:15 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Walking down the street.
Snow falling.
Wind blowing.
Children playing.

Voices whispering.
No one can hear them but you.
They say things.
Make you feel insane.

People staring.
Voices blaring.
It’s too much
for one person to take.

Can’t make out.
What they’re saying.
It’s too chaotic to hear.
Disappear.

All of a sudden.
Alone.
Darkness.
Cold.

Mind is quiet.
Spirit still.
Voices stop.
Ready to heal.

Still shaky.
Still scared.
Still wondering.
Where is here.

Something hit you.
On the ground.
No one’s around.

Beeps.
Sirens.
Whispers.
Fear.

Walls all around.
Restraints on wrists.
No one is here.
Only the air.

A doctor comes in.
You are scared.
You look down.
Cuts on your wrist.
Tubes in your arm.

"Your friends were just here."
Says they doctor with a beard.
They whispered in your ear.
“Come back. We are scared."
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 213 [topic] => 36 [informant] => sweetkisses0741 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )

Whispers

Contributed by sweetkisses0741 on Tuesday, 16th January 2007 @ 08:31:15 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

Walking down the street.
Snow falling.
Wind blowing.
Children playing.

Voices whispering.
No one can hear them but you.
They say things.
Make you feel insane.

People staring.
Voices blaring.
It’s too much
for one person to take.

Can’t make out.
What they’re saying.
It’s too chaotic to hear.
Disappear.

All of a sudden.
Alone.
Darkness.
Cold.

Mind is quiet.
Spirit still.
Voices stop.
Ready to heal.

Still shaky.
Still scared.
Still wondering.
Where is here.

Something hit you.
On the ground.
No one’s around.

Beeps.
Sirens.
Whispers.
Fear.

Walls all around.
Restraints on wrists.
No one is here.
Only the air.

A doctor comes in.
You are scared.
You look down.
Cuts on your wrist.
Tubes in your arm.

"Your friends were just here."
Says they doctor with a beard.
They whispered in your ear.
“Come back. We are scared."

Copyright Â© sweetkisses0741 ... [ 2007-01-16 20:31:15]
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Re: Whispers (User Rating: 1 )
by yangdantien on Tuesday, 16th January 2007 @ 11:07:11 PM AEST
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What hooks and teeth this piece has... Are you OK? This reminds me of a friend who collapsed from a Cerebral Vascular Accident and was slow to recover but gratefully a top doc surgeon was savior.

Excellent

Peace
Yangdantien

Re: Whispers (User Rating: 1 )
by VR2776 on Thursday, 3rd November 2011 @ 10:10:14 AM AEST
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This is very real ... Its a great poem

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