Whispers Poem by Coen Carter

They speak to me in whispers so no one else
can hear
Show themselves in mirrors but the pictures not to clear
They guide me through my troubled life stringing me along
Taking there advice even when I know its wrong
I’m praying to this god of mine but he always fails
Drifting across this lake of life with no wind upon
my sails
Vivid thoughts and smashing dreams through my mind they weave
Confusing in this web of mine of what I should believe
My body feels so old just waiting here to die
A sorrow so unknown to me but yet no strength to cry
All these thoughts come rushing late at night in bed
Doing things I never should confusing what they’ve
said
The weakness crying tears and pain
Are manifesting emotions found crawling round my brain
In the deepest darkest corner in a hell you can’t believe
My emotions feed on flesh an image you
can’t conceive
I’ve paid the price in loneliness and a hurt you’ll never know
It’s gnawing at my sanity pleading to let it go
I’ve held on tight for all these years but my hands are growing weak
Need some help got to find it soon my bones begin to creak
For if I fail this time when my objective is success
Carve my name upon a stone and
lay me down to rest