Thud thud thud.
Was it a raindrop on the window pane?
Or my heart drumming in this lonely lane?
Whilst I walk with my light footsteps,
I hear something growling that I don't see,
The screaming desires whilst I embark on this journey as a stranger,
Asks me to go back to embrace what I've left,
Or rather what I haven't embraced at all,
And left sans any acknowledgement,
That thing which thuds knows what it wants,
And sure it growls.
But I shall hold my breathe.
For sometimes what might appear to be easy to fall into,
Will be the hardest to get out of.
Be a stranger,
But a lover too.
Said my heart...
That I shall once I meet another stranger,
On this journey.
Soon. Very soon.
YOU ARE READING
What It Whispers.
SpiritualWhere the heart shall whisper and I shall utter. Poetry it may be called or merely words that craved to be blurted out. Welcome to my lil world!
