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Whisper of the Darkness

This is a story I have never ever told; A dark memory I shall unfold. You thought you had me fooled, But I know my worth more than anyone should. I could not sleep, how unfair; For those whispers gave me nightmare. I remembered that moment so well, but it left me traumatized to even tell. I thought of getting away from you. Well, who am I kidding? I always do. I begged you to stop. But all you did was laugh. I closed my eyes until I can't see. Until darkness fully succumb me. I closed my ears until I can't hear. Until the silence became my fear. I closed my mouth until I can't speak. Without words, I became weak. I closed my fist until I can't feel. For I know that these hands could kill. They mimick your voices Until my sanity loses. I got lost— could not find a map. That's why I begged them to stop. As I rolled over my bed. Repeatedly, I hear the voices in my head. I concluded that it was the devil, Who's making me do things out of my will. I received so many beacons. I know I'm stronger than my demons. Or so I thought. 'Cause little did I know, those demons fought. I tried to halt my tears that sparkles like a star, As I stop myself creating another scar. It was the last thing that I would want to see, But the whisper of the darkness took control of me.

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Date: 10/19/2023 2:26:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts, so wisdom-filled, through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup, Kabayan. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed."
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Date: 10/15/2023 5:58:00 PM
This is how I felt when I was being violated. This poem brings up feelings like that and is a method of venting so good for you. Keeping things inside allow it to fester. Good tom write about hard things such as this.
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