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5.06.2010

whispers



whispers in the night
wake me

I hear her whispers
she isn’t there

She calls my name
she isn’t there

Her whispers are
I hear them

I feel them
Her whispers are there

Her whispers are in my mind
Her whispers haunt me

Her whispers
like a child’s knock in the night

run

I wonder, I cry
I wake, I wonder, I cry

I hear

Why are there

Whispers
In the night

2 comments:

Lilibeth said...

I love the image of whispers like a child's knock in the night.

sg beatty said...

Lilibeth....thanks for reading and commenting. Your time has been much appeciated

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I am an apprentice writer of short stories and I also attempt a little poetry.