Words in a whisper
Death and a sinner,
Peace and a nerve wrecker,
Is best kept quiet
In a whisper.
Trouble told me in my ear,
That
It’s almost near.
Trouble spoke to me
With blankless
Emotions,
And little fear.
It felt cold as
Ice.
It split minds,
And rolled off its tongue
Like dice.
Every whisper
It spoke,
Every nerve it provoked,
Every strand of my hair
That stood up
With fear.
My past was
Coming,
And I didn’t have
Enough time to run,
But that whisper
Shot me like a
Gun.I couldn’t move,
I couldn’t speak.
I sat there,
As that whisper
Caused contractions
And heat.
-Marci H.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
Words in a whisper
Death and a sinner,
Peace and a nerve wrecker,
Is best kept quiet
In a whisper.
Trouble told me in my ear,
That
It’s almost near.
Trouble spoke to me
With blankless
Emotions,
And little fear.
It felt cold as
Ice.
It split minds,
And rolled off its tongue
Like dice.
Every whisper
It spoke,
Every nerve it provoked,
Every strand of my hair
That stood up
With fear.
My past was
Coming,
And I didn’t have
Enough time to run,
But that whisper
Shot me like a
Gun.I couldn’t move,
I couldn’t speak.
I sat there,
As that whisper
Caused contractions
And heat.
-Marci H.
