Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2014
Someone's singing chills through your home
Whispers, chitters, cackles and chatters
Loved ones, old ones, one hundred beloved's
Strangers get stranger, stay longer, get stronger until they're gone.
Someone's yelling breaths from your walls
And it isn't you or me.
Phil jones
Written by
Phil jones
418
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems