Posted by Ayomipo on
Whispers from the whirlwind blows, can you hear it?
It lurks in secret, creeping through the waste in dark places
Unashamedly, un-invited it sets down to serve to the unruly tongue
To the idle mind void of much wisdom
It is the menace that confuses the mind to err at will
Disturbing any insurmountable moments of tranquillity
Provoking a disdain reaction to the callous call of its proprietors
The inadequacies of all its unwelcoming remarks
The folly of useless thoughts
As hard as the tile of a un-dug ground, as harsh as the scorn of a wintry blow
As blissful as the gush of a cold night breeze,
So are the intents of an undisciplined mind
The proceeds of an unruly tongue
The rewards and demise of a fool
The faults of an un-quieted mind
Ayomipo