Ancient Voices Are Calling Me Poem by DM W

Ancient Voices Are Calling Me



Ancient voices are calling me
From the other side of midnight:
The voices of angels & prophets.
I figure they represent Truth
Amidst vast tapestries of lies.
Although my eyes are blinded by
Artificial lights and my ears
Are deafened by discordant shrieks,
I can still perceive and hear signs;
Which others are barely aware of.

Saturday, January 25, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: prophecy
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
morgan dude 25 January 2020

cool, nice poem! thanks

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