Poem: Whispers – 24/06/21

The whispers that never end,
quiet murmuring in the wind,
heavy on circumstance and
light on dividends,
powerful words hissed
just because the
winter’s breath felt it right,
due course, of course,
syllables travel while wounding,
into dimensional depth of night.

Carry on, unknown figure,
hell-raised being
who creeps and crawls
while I, unknowing of
vile longing,
soak in your visceral
and vocal offerings.

To your amazement,
I enjoy the process,
for I know not of paths of destiny
which can be reversed.
Clear up, Destiny,
re-direct Fate.
Do not succumb to deeply-laced hate.

I wonder to myself what happens
when meeting
an archetype of sorts,
a pendulum swings,
my thought process it
threatens to break,

the song that does not end,
reverberating inwards
and out towards my
ecstatic skin,
goosebumps aroused into
a state of flighty knowing,
excitement as danger courses
the situation;
I become all-knowing.

I must learn of the circumstance,
its truest form,
before I move on from the
pleasure of the
the uncertain,
anything other than the darkened norm.

A love, a love, seemingly so forlorn,
I reach,
let me experience
your turmoil,
inner hurricane,
my headiness,
your storm.

© 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Image from cottonbro on Pexels

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  1. What a raw and powerful piece, dear Lauren. I love it so; and, that third verse is absolutely perfect. Such an inspiration you are, my dear friend. Wow! Have a great rest of your week! ❤️❤️

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