The Whisperer
The voice whispers in my ear
Filling this empty void with regret.
It speaks soothing and clear.
Its words I can't forget...
"You'll never be good enough!"
"You're nothing but weak."
"You may think yourself as tough"
"But you are as worthless as the words you speak."
These acrimonious words remind me
of my every mistake.
A constant reminder of
all the sinful choices that I make.
He rules like a mighty emperor.
His name..."The Whisperer."
Copyright © Michael G. Weston | Year Posted 2015
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