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Trailing Whispers

Updated on January 19, 2012

Without people what are we?

Isolated islands floating on the edges of humanity

Social beings are we

so what do we become when we're alone?

Thoughts creeping stealthily into a quiet mind

Busy digging deep, searching ever searching

delving into things and people left behind

And as our time turns colder thoughts of long ago arise

of happy days and conversations

repeated and unanswered ever-changing our past

Silence around us leaving us open to introspection

of loves lost and loves gained

we truly are but trailing whispers in the wind of our own minds.


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      Ghaelach 5 years ago

      Hi Eileen.

      A lot of people build little islands around themselves as a guard to keep out the world that whispers.

      Nice poem.

      Take care.

      LOL Ghaelach

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      raciniwa 5 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

      yeah, without other people we can't see the pot of gold at the rainbow's end...we cannot see our worth...great poem Eileen...