Whispers Poem by Scarlett Morpeth

Whispers



Whispers, whispers,
In the dark,
What do they say,
I cannot tell.

Are they speaking
Horrible things?
Or telling stories
That hurt and sting?

All I know,
Is that I'm glad,
That I'm not there,
In the dark.
Anymore.

Saturday, June 4, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: dark
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