Speaking with the voice of a ventriloquist.
Sitting around being told what to say…
Too many words running through my brain!
Ideas ripping at vascular walls...
Vertex expanding down the halls…
Contained in the vice-grip
of a declining relationship…
Lying... on a vertical tip!
Emotions vibrating viciously…
Vice-versa… in realty…
Too many vocal cords lost…
To Insanity, while drowning out
The sounds of reality, oh what
A tragedy!
Victimized by falsified pride…
And angry friends in disguise…
A villain on the rise, close to their
Demise.
A vessel left vacant…
Void of who made it…
Or why... so hated!
About the Creator
True Whispers
I am a simple man who loves to write poetry.
Writing poetry has always been a way for me to release my mind, and express my feelings.
To me, poetry has no limits, no walls, no boundaries.
Just an open space to speak from one's heart!



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