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:
I love the image of whispers like a child's knock in the night.
Lilibeth....thanks for reading and commenting. Your time has been much appeciated
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