Jun 2018
This was the start of something
A blown whistle
A curtain lifted
To unveil my secret
This was a scratch at the surface
A glimpse of anguish
The explanation
Of why no one can find me
This was a whisper
Soft and low
A string of words
That never left the air
A blown whistle
A curtain lifted
To unveil my secret
This was a scratch at the surface
A glimpse of anguish
The explanation
Of why no one can find me
This was a whisper
Soft and low
A string of words
That never left the air
This is the second part of my series The Scarecrow. Follow me to learn more about my story!
