The whispers were faint at first,
Now they've become regular chatterboxes.
I hear them behind the eyes of passerbyers,
As they believe they'll go unnoticed...
I see their black smokey like tendrils
Slowly stretching out to touch me,
But are quickly repulsed as if
Touching burning coals, or a burning light.
These walks in the darkness especially after rain,
Cool under foot, as reflections remind of
Daily doings and the things that can go unnoticed.
As I'm being consumed by personal desires
And the everyday chase for everyday things,
Yes, the chatter gets louder with wanting pleas,
But they grow much fainter with self control.....
Copyright © jay del fierro | Year Posted 2020
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