Insomniac Whispers





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A poem about being upset when the voices in your head leave. Inspired by the prompt: tears, and @haliebell's challenge.
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Insomniac Whispers

Tastes like static,

Tastes like static, This cruel intercession

Tastes like static, This cruel intercession We've so hastily induced.

You were more than just

You were more than just a v o i c e

You were more than just a v o i c e Dwindling in my head.

You were the alpha

You were the alpha With your monochrome whispers

You were the alpha With your monochrome whispers That drove me up the wall.

Red-hot, pulsing anger;

Red-hot, pulsing anger; I remember it was your

Red-hot, pulsing anger; I remember it was your Favourite facade to hide behind.

The capillary roots of your

The capillary roots of your Utter hatred for everyone and everything,

The capillary roots of your Utter hatred for everyone and everything, We both know that it all lead back to

The capillary roots of your Utter hatred for everyone and everything, We both know that it all lead back to A molten core of endless cries.

But we learned our lesson, recoiled

But we learned our lesson, recoiled Our fingers when touching fire.

So now I await your return,

So now I await your return, Because I can't function;

So now I await your return, Because I can't function; Without your resonating voice,

So now I await your return, Because I can't function; Without your resonating voice, Damning me with loneliness.

“If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore. But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.” ― Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why

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