Suzette King

(Fresno, California, USA)


Poem by Suzette King

It's not the whistling of the wind
that hurts the ear
Nor the drum roll of thunder
that darkens the night
It's a cold neglect
that encloses a heart
It's a chilling whisper
that weakens the mind
It's a wailing spirit
that is unable to fly

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003