Decay

I stand strong, and I stand tall. But that is all that I’ve let you see. For deep inside, the rot slowly spreads through me. A silent killer, quietly creeping through my veins. Blackened spots start to appear, mottling my skin with sickened stains. Concealing my sickness, and masking the stench. My thirst for life is something I cannot quench. My mind is lost, drifting further each day. Trying to hold it together, as I continue to fray.

Here I am, and here I stand. But it’s taking every effort, you see. For the rot is killing me alive, in my entirety. Ravaging my body, from the inside out. Death is soon approaching, there’s no question, there’s no doubt. You can see something’s wrong, when you look into my eyes. To what extent is what you don’t realize. With a nod and a smile, I tell you that I’m okay.  Yet the rot slowly spreads, as I continue to decay.

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Author’s Note:

I don’t know what to say today.  We all struggle with internal issues.  We all hide some things.  Is there something that’s eating away at you?

N

Whispers

Shadows speak when all is still

As day’s end comes to a close

Carried on a gentle breeze

Through valleys of ruin

and hills of old

 

Long they slumbered out of sight

Out of time where no one knows

Still as in death they lie

Their voices unheard

And stories untold

 

On a darkened and wayward path

In a land where nothing grows

There in silence they whisper

To weary travelers

On the road

 

Across the plains far and wide

And in the depths of despair

Over mountain’s mighty peaks

And in the lands of nightmare

Beyond darkness of the night

Beyond light of sun’s glare

There could be heard

Faint whispers

Faint whispers in the air

 

Echoes of empires built on lies

A King crowned only to depose

By false Kings and Queens

On thrones of greed

In cities of gold

 

Through the rise and the falls

In its birth and death throes

They call to the masses

Of arrogant bliss

As end tolled

 

They cry out unto deafened ears

Of a people who seek to oppose

The rule of the righteous

To which death

Was bestowed

 

Across the plains far and wide

And in the depths of despair

Over mountain’s mighty peaks

And in the lands of nightmare

Beyond darkness of the night

Beyond light of sun’s glare

There could be heard

Faint whispers

Faint whispers in the air

 

Self-destruction and vanity

Paths of ruin without sorrows

False idols led the charge

As the masses

blindly followed

 

Light has ceased to shine upon

Barren lands where no wind blows

A final cry of distress

As waters of life

No longer flowed

 

Shadows speak at the end of time

When there is nothing but echoes

Carried in the emptiness

Of a world in ruin

And endless cold

 

Across the vast empty plains

And in the depths of despair

Over mountain’s lonely peaks

And in the lands of nightmare

Beyond darkness of the night

Beyond light in the faded air

There still could be heard

Faint whispers

Faint whispers in the air

 

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Author’s Note:

It took me longer than usual to write this, as I had other things going on.  I’m happy to finally put this up, even though we’re already halfway through January.  I hope you all like this piece.

Can you hear the whispers?

N

Update: January 11, 2018

I wanted to start off the new year with fresh content, instead of posting something I had written prior to 1/1/18.  However, the start of this year has been busier than expected for me and I have been dealing with issues that I mentioned in my previous post.  I need to get my affairs and legal matters in order (on top of my daily duties).  Plus, I took some time away from everything.

With that said, I do have some things that I am currently working on, but not yet ready to post.  You’ve probably noticed that I don’t usually post these kinds of posts because frankly, I don’t like talking about myself (saying I, me, etc), and the purpose of my blog is for writings.  Yet, this is the longest gap between posts that I’ve published here.  I figured I should at least give the few of you who actually like my stuff an update on, well, stuff.  It may be a couple of days to a couple of weeks before you’ll see a new post.

N