Little whispers in my ears
Echo bidirectionally
In and out
The words of my worst fears
As though a reflection of me
Shows my doubt
In what is real and make believe
Followed, running, panicked
Wallowed, saddenning, manic
These voices of yours, they never leave
© The Sad Owl
Categories: poetry
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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