I hear her voice calling my name
I feel her breath close to my neck
She's near and I can't help but hold my breath
The light is shining— I'm closer to death.
The bright light is showing me the way
The way to stop your excessive crying
But I can handle it because I'm here
I'm where I belong even if I spend the rest of my days crying
YOU ARE READING
Whispers
PoetryI scream but all you hear is whispers -- ι wrιтe тнe world ғroм мy eyeѕ. alwayѕ wrιттen, never ѕpoĸen. --- Winner of 'The Lavender Award' Best Cover! 1st Place in "The Bubble Tea Awards" in Poetry 1st Place in 'The Golden Awards' in Poetry 2nd Place...
