Voices Whisper Poem by Christopher Withers

Voices Whisper



In the dark my heart beats faster,
Whispered voices hold their tongue.
Childhood fears are hard to master
In the dark. My heart beats, faster,
Growing silence spells disaster
Terrible deeds, when we were young.
In the dark my heart beats - faster!
Whispered: voices hold their tongue.

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