My whisper was only a whisper
kind of like a quiet whimper
but less.
not as quiet as a rock, I guess
but pretty quiet.
not that anyone minded,
because where I'm from everyone is so divided,
kind of like how eight divided by two is four,
but we're divided way more.
So my whispers are only
whispers, quite lonely like people
stuck in pictures.
but it's okay,
because my whispers like it that way.
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we were given a prompt in poetry club and it was to get a book and go to page sixty and use the last sentence on the page for inspiration. my sentence was "my whisper was only a whisper". hope you enjoyed xx
