Murmurings
The sounds of past faults
Hanging in the background of my mind
Moving through the atmosphere
Not concerned or even kind
What consumes ones consciousness
Others seem to not care
Always present even when forgiven
To much to bare
Attaching itself to the heart
Manifesting a dull pain
Lurking behind happiness
Reviving the lucid stain
Murmurings are not even consistent
Stories change
Remnants linger
Memories fade
But scars deeply invade
Ones soul
Desperately trying to heal
From impolitic choices made
In the past that are reborn by
Impetuous murmurings
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