Echoes and Whispers
There are things which we do not speak
of;
Mere echoes of our past troubles and
heartaches.
Yet these are the thoughts which consume
our days,
Feeding the speculations in one’s mind,
Regardless of their truth or not,
Festering in your soul, smothering
whatever
Good faith you were once able to extend.
Bad faith and suspicion now abounds;
Where did it start? Where did it come
from?
Or has it always been there?
Gnawing at you, the voices you hear
inside your head,
Whispering malice and falsehoods.
And in a flash of anger, a slip of an
unguarded moment,
Gone are the usual niceties and all are
revealed
For who they really are.
And so it seems that comfort and convenience
supercedes all,
Becoming but reflections of greed and
avarice.
GTPL 1/5/2020
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