They came
and they went.
She recognised the scent.
She followed her instinct grudgingly
Silently, gently and lovingly.
She waited and she waited.
which she absolutely hated.
She heard them again in the silence
Were these whispers in defiance
Were they meant to be heard?
The unforgiving spoken word.
Spoken from the grave she thought
the evidence she sought
Why her? Why now? Why?
She shed a tear, but could not cry.
She wanted to whisper back - she did try.
But no words came, she tried to scream
it was like a nightmare, never ending dream.
The voices left a clear frightening mark
Why did she hear the whispers in the dark?