4 Words Poem by Phil de Lange

Taken under the night’s crowd with frozen hands.
A dagger voice timelessly pierces the soul.
A husky endless echo of truth,
deflecting on life’s shell.
Once complete, now but a shell.
Simple noises with no remorse,
No time for breath.
Salted rain to wash away four words.
Life’s great clock seizes to tick.
A dark cloud now my only companion.
Let it rain down.