my poetry (not rhyming )

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whispers


I'm passing through the forest , leaves crunch beneath my feet.
walking walking, just to pass through.
just to experience the magic of this place.
the trees cleanse my soul, they give me strength.
so walking walking walking i go.

i feel there voices still clinging to the air. they weren't always silent this i know.

they still whisper to me , they speak to my mind. telling me things of past and future time.

they glide me ,my spirit through this realm. help me to remember who i was last life. what happened then.

They know I'm different then all of you. i know its true and so do you. if you know me truly you will see it there. my powers my ability my sharp shining mind.

i see it all coming ill wait for you there. i hope you all fare well. though you may be scared. the future is coming it always is. sometimes it brings trouble this one is.

the wars the famine the hunger and thirst, for things not there's and they will strike first.

the rest will push back and a few will run knowing this is not there fight and this is not there time.

they are the ancient ones i am one too. i know my path an so do you.

I have no place in your fight,. my time comes after, I'm meant to rebuild. I'm a fixer and thats just what i do.

I morn for you who will see this time. i feel it in the ground the trees the air. whispers of madness violence and greed. these things we do not need. but it will all come to pass but take comfort that it will not last.

good prevails and these things will be gone. our futures bright after this dark dark dawn.........

what do you think? you like?

my friend sara thought it was good and so did just-you but what do you think?

poetry that doesn't rhyme is called blank verse.
Shakespeare was famous for it, so you're in good company...