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Whispers in the Darkness: A Poem

Updated on December 8, 2011

Blinded in the darkness

I heard a whisper in my ear

Forging my own way

It was distorted and unclear


I recognize the sound

It was a tone I use to know

Through the rustling winds

I've heard it come and go


The whisper was familiar

Like we've spoken time to time

It slowly faded out

As I blocked it from my mind


I wanted my own path

One I'd call my own

My machete made of pride

Hacked at what had grown


I swung into the brush

Falling out of line

Tangled in the vines

There was no where I could climb


I sat in my own pit

Digging with my hands

Bloody fingertips

I lost grip of my own plan


I was sinking in a grave

On a path I trudged myself

The runners high had left

And I was deep in dirt and filth


I didn't know who I was, but the voice I recognized

It Echoed through my pain, with it's power on the rise

I stood up to see it, my face level with the earth

But dark was all I viewed, skewed from the nature of my birth


I heard it clearly whisper, "I can set you free."

"Let go of all you grip, and follow after me."

Above I felt a branch hovering over head

dropping all I held I was left for dead,

So I grabbed on tight from where I made my grave

It pulled me from the pit, The Whisper's how I'm saved.

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      Brian Loewer 5 years ago from Portland, Oregon

      Thanks so much, glad you liked it :)

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      V Qisya 5 years ago

      Simply awesome, Brian!

      My favorite stanza, "I didn't know who I was..of my birth".

      Great work! Voted up :D

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      Amanda 6 years ago from Texas

      what is "IT"? your conscience or your God? i enjoyed the poem but in the last stanza, you write:

      "I heard it clearly whisper, "I can set you free."

      "Let go of all you grip, and follow after me."

      Above I felt a branch hovering over head

      dropping all I held I was left for dead,

      So I grabbed on tight from where I made my grave

      It pulled me from the pit, The Whisper's how I'm saved."

      had you have let go, you would still be in the pit so clearly you are not following the voice of a higher power but instead, relying on your inner strength to pull you to safety...

      you are a very religious person and i dont question that, just what your "IT" was...

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      Brian Loewer 6 years ago from Portland, Oregon

      Thank you so much Lady Tenaz... Your compliments are appreciated.

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      Lady_Tenaz 6 years ago

      This was wonderful and the way it flowed like a cold mountain stream ....I really enjoyed this one.