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The Whispers of a Troubled Spirit

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The Whispers of a Troubled Spirit

I didn't read the signs,
and you were raised not to complain,
holding it all inside, behind an ever-present smile.

Too scared to ask for advice,
too proud to ask for help,
you tried fixing the problem on your own,
until the problem appeared too volatile.

silly boy

I was here the entire time,
as I am still here even now,
and I can feel your shadow
moving over me,
whispering up my spine.
I can feel you wishing for the simple things,
wishing only to wake up in your bed again,
just wishing to re-start that day once more -
to feel the pain,
to feel the need
of trying things a bit differently.

If only I had been able to decode 
the complex puzzle of your mask,
I could have offered more help.
Did I not try hard enough?
There is a shadow in my heart,
that believes you would have drowned
in your selfishness,
regardless of what any of us had done or said.
Either way, you were already marching toward 
the dreaded plains of the regretfully dead.


(there are times when it is truly best to stop asking why.
On certain winter nights,
I open a window to softly falling snow -
not a single breath of chaos blows.
The night is so calm, I can hear snowflakes
touch each other on the windowsill.
I turn on a light behind me,
and as the light pours out into the night,
thousands of crystals glitter like a city of angels.
I don't have any tears left to shed for you,
they are all sitting frozen in the blanket of sparkling snow.
It is at moments such as this,
when I miss you the most)


Yet, the offer of a helping hand is still open,
a helping hand for a troubled spirit.
Reality is constantly altering,
changed in so many ways,
but I am still here,
here as I ever was.
So whenever you feel the need,
whisper up my spine,
dial up the ancient area code,
and together we can dine.

Possibly, just possibly,
we can figure out a way 
to push you through the needle's eye,
and both of us can stop asking why.








February 8th, 2012



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  1. Date: 3/16/2012 11:32:00 PM

    So profound you are, Chris. I came back here to tell you soupmail and saw this really incredible poem of yours I'd never seen before! (soupmail.)

  1. Date: 2/13/2012 7:24:00 PM

    Fabulous title for this soul revealing write, Chris. Drawn to reread this one again and again due to its transparency...the common thread of humanity is carefully stitched through out. The second to the last stanza is my fav. Off to read another one of yours..It's Chris A. poetry night!! lol.

  1. Date: 2/13/2012 7:49:00 AM

    I enjoyed this one, Chris. it is good to see introspection from you every once in a while. hugs, catie :)

  1. Date: 2/12/2012 11:45:00 PM

    B.T. D.amn W.ay!....What an enormous piece of tear ripping poetry my friend. Spot on with the misery. These hurt like hell to write, but I compare them to a good old fashioned 3 hour Puke fest. Coming out both ends actually. ~~~~Dang, it's NO FUN,~~~~~~ ~~~~ BUT oooooWWW Weeeee~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~don't ya' feel better when it's Done!?!7up and a new fave! o' mine!

  1. Date: 2/12/2012 11:36:00 PM

    Hey do you have Facebook? if so, and while I still have mine before pulling the plug on that whacked Shitake....Look me up. My non-business page is Joey Lambert, Orlando Florida. I got tons of pics with Danny Carey, Justin Chancellor, and Adam Jones...Unfortunately, while MJKeenan did not give us the cold shoulder, he just would NOT DO Pics. He promised that If I showed up backstage at an upcoming PuscIfer show, he'd do it. ...SO Friend me and I will show you the pix, & some of my Real Poetry!

  1. Date: 2/11/2012 8:31:00 AM

    deep! i too can relate to what you're talking about. you touched a spot in me and i realize i am not alone. thanks for sharing Chris

  1. Date: 2/10/2012 12:00:00 PM

    After I have read your poem I did not find the words.....sooo good.I was affected by this poem alot.X-celent write Chris! - oxox love Anne-Lise

  1. Date: 2/8/2012 3:42:00 PM

    Chris I understand the first two verses so very well being brought up that way myself and I must say you sure did a great job of describing the situation and feelings involved. The rest of the poem just follows right along with a more than poetic interlude culminating in the museful ending that never really ends. Awesome work Chris. Your talent shines on.

  1. Date: 2/8/2012 12:48:00 PM

    cont'd I mean I love what that can connote for me...I can't help but be able to relate to this, yeah, sometimes we just can't help but to ask why when we lose someone...shucks, the regret one feels indeed, the "should haves" and makes you wonder if we could even have made that difference? What a niggling thought! beautiful write you came up with here--very moving and you know what? Whoever he is, hopefully he did pass through the needle's eye already (love how you used that metaphor btw)...

  1. Date: 2/8/2012 12:43:00 PM

    Well, wowsers, mister!! This is another gripping write from you-- I really like how you wrote this one, I just had to read this a bunch of times-- hmmm Cyndi's blog is making me want to savor these poems.. at first I thought that stanza in italics was from the POV of the person left behind, but now I'm thinking it's the same person? The entire poem is.. I Love that stanza, it could even stand on its own, can almost grasp those snowflakes, just beautiful...and "whispering up my spine" how unique

  1. Date: 2/8/2012 11:43:00 AM

    This is such a deep write and something I can relate to.. Words cannot describe the emotions you induced with this piece Chris.. You have opened my eyes to things I refused to see or even admit that they exist. Guess that is so not what you had in mind when you penned this gem hey? :D Have to fav it!! love

  1. Date: 2/8/2012 10:21:00 AM

    It is pointless to even try and say how great a writer (and poet) you are...just pointless :) Perhaps some day I will write about my Troubled Spirit...But even after 20 years I find it so hard and sometimes I still ask why...An excellent write as always.