Dark Whispers
Oh, dark whispers in my ear
Alarming words, brushed with fear
Directions for a gloomy turn
For clouded thought, for hope to burn
I hear dark whispers jeer and taunt
As judgment gropes in feeble haunt
A recipe for consequence
Of shadowed troubled dominance
I must dispel these grains of doubt
And silence them in verbal drought
To seek the light of certain tide
No more dark whispers to deride
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2018
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