Published January 5, 2011
People are so easily broken,
Their thoughts are muddled.
When we hear the whispers of rebellion our thoughts shift,
we change our motives and what we live for.
There are no whispers,
silence rings in my ears.
So I will begin the whispers of the end of silence.
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A good piece.... What should i call it?? CUTE...
A simple work and too short and guess if you lengthen it then it would be more attractive...
And everything else is pointed out rob...
Keep up the good work mate...
PM me for anything...
It is really good.
I love that you treat the problem of change. That is my concern too. I think you really touched a soft spot with this poem. Dealing with the inability of people to act without being pushed from behind.
You kept it plain and simple , no big emotions, no scenery, just a very strong message.
I love it.
*bows*