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Apr 2013
What would you say if I told you,
I heard Whispers in my head.
That they told me things,
that I believed them.
Would you be disgusted with me and call me insane,
Because the Whispers already do.
Would you try to get me help,
Help that won't help me,
because the Whispers are here to stay.
What if I said I saw Creatures,
All Snarled and Withered,
That can look like you and I.
That these Creatures invite me every night,
To come and play with them.
Would you lock me up,
Like a prisoner,
In a white room with white walls and white floors.
What if I said I had darkness?
Darkness that will consume me,
Until I am no more.
What if I said I couldn't hold it back,
That I would let the madness, the darkness,
The Creatures and Whispers consume me.
Would you stop me,
Would you miss me?
But it's been there all along,
It was all that I am,
All that I was.
You can't turn back time now that I'm gone,
You can't stop the Creatures and Whispers,
The darkness and madness,
From consuming you too.
It's all that we are,
All that everyone is.
No one is pure,
Everyone has darkness and madness,
Creatures and Whispers
You just
Can't
See them.
Willow Grierson
Written by
Willow Grierson  America
(America)   
451
   The New Kestrel
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