Whispers in the Wind

Posted on March 4, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

You whisper

And your words take flight

Landing in my ear

They speak of disappointment

Over my risky path

You wish for me to stop

To take the road less brambled

Where my prize

Is the slow death of my soul

You refuse to help

Giving no response

As if you’re now a spectator

Instead of my support

Waiting for me to fall

Though you gain nothing

From my failure

Yet

I know what you will do

When I stand with victory

Etched upon my brow

You will yell support

Claiming it was always there

But I will remember

Your whispers in the wind

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.

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8 Responses to Whispers in the Wind

kellykat1889 says:

March 4, 2013 at 8:55 am

beautiful poem!!

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- slepsnor says:
  
  March 4, 2013 at 10:39 am
  
  Thanks.
  
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rawencounterswithestella says:

March 4, 2013 at 10:45 am

Wow, powerful!! Love this one!! 🙂 On a side note, I just got a notification that you just started following me, I thought you already were, and, if you haven’t been up until now, why not?! LOL!! 😉

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- slepsnor says:
  
  March 4, 2013 at 10:52 am
  
  I was, but I went for the ‘like’ on one of your poems and . . . missed. I have a mouse pad that I move my finger across and I sometimes move too quickly. I actually unfollow myself once a week because of it.
  
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  - rawencounterswithestella says:
    
    March 4, 2013 at 1:35 pm
    
    Oh OK. Hahahaha so glad it was because of your “butterfingers.” I can definitely understand that slip, I’ve done it myself once or twice. 🙂
    
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  - slepsnor says:
    
    March 4, 2013 at 1:40 pm
    
    Glad to hear I’m not the only one. I promise not to do it again. 🙂
    
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tyroper says:

March 4, 2013 at 10:55 am

Yikes! “Where my prize // Is the slow death of my soul”

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- slepsnor says:
  
  March 4, 2013 at 10:59 am
  
  Yeah. I don’t have many fond memories of my time in a cubicle. I can’t see how people can do it with horrible lighting, dull colors, and high walls. It’s dehumanizing.
  
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