The Torturing Whisper

The whisper grasps my hand

Never letting go, it speaks to me

Telling me to die, to hang myself

It blocks my sight. I cannot see

For my throat to be slit, it has a demand

I’ve tried to shut it out, but it doesn’t work

The whisper gets louder and louder

Blocking out my own voice, in my heart it lurks

I’m giving into its demands, reaching for the blade

To end this madness, this nightmare

I’m constantly scared, scared of its terror

Chaining me down and torturing me

Telling me that what I do and who I am is an error

Cold and dead is what I’d rather be

Today I might have to say goodbye

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Our innermost darkest demon that makes us wish to die. So profound expressed and eloquently executed. Excuse the bad pun. Done with class and style. That hit home fast. And tell us the facts.

[sette]

the inner demons will always keep lurking around we need to have faith in ourselves that we can win this battle in the end

[Coyote Poetry]

Those damn whispers. Can lead us to a dead-end. I liked the feel and the strength of your words. Made the reader believe them. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote