Whispers.... Poem by JOE JOHNSON

I can hear them everywhere I step,
the small fragments of my understanding,
my tears seep out as my mind begins to work.
I cannot sleep, I cannot rest, I cannot feel.

My heart becomes weaker in every beat.
A verse in my life is a decade in my head
and as it unfolds so does my pain. I hear
them everywhere, telling me I will lose you,
telling me I'm not good enough for you

and I wonder If they speak the truth or
am I punished to never know the answer
but it's a road that is worth traveling.
My curiosity will get me killed and my love
for you will get me slashed once again.

the knife of guilt and sorrow slowly severs
my thoughts and the pain is unbearable.
I don't know what love is but all do know is
that it is poisonous and kills whoever it
touches, the pain and the humiliation
lasts more that you can imagine.
But it is the price of your heart.