The whisper I fear,
I fear that it's here,
The voice enters my ear.
The voice is so soothing,
Yet quite disapproving,
My life it be removing.
This unknown gender
Still trying to be tender
Makes my life hard to remember.
The sound of my fear,
Is all I can hear,
It just seems all so queer...
The voice then whispers:
'My son, it's time,
Your life was quite fine,
Be your death, divine.'
A sharp pain enters my head,
All my memories have fled,
And now I lie here, dead...
Copyright © November 30,2008 Joseph Duggan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This seems so real. I love it, thought frightening!