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A thousand voices echo through my brain
They tell me different things
What am I supposed to listen to?
Who are these voices?
These splinters of echoes
Rush through my soul
Like a fierce northern wind,
Trying to knock me off my feet.
I feel like I'm drowning in this pool of echoes
There is no way out
Where is my knight, in shining armor?
I don't think he'll come.
I hear another voice, yet another new one
It's gentle and kind
Who is it?
This voice lifts me up and drifts with me
Not close, not far,
But right by my side.
- Title: Splinter of Wind
- Artist: hinaluv13
- Description: The power of pressure is more real than you may think, but if there's someone that will stay by you, you will come through.
- Date: 02/04/2009
- Tags: splinter wind
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- hinaluv13 - 02/06/2009
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thanks!
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- The Flies Are Dancing - 02/05/2009
- Great poem! It gets your point across very well. I like the way you diecided to format it : italics and in the middle. It seems to fit the poem well.
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