gone
The evil whispers haunted my head, claimed
this autumn night. At first, it happen to be so
gentle. Of course, my heart welcomed, pleaded
and hoped to think that they would love me, but
the luminous moon showed the truth. Soon all
of these predators come to play, pricked
my skin, warm flesh was rotting - creatures’ mouth.
I gasped in fright, the words they stung just like
the gnashing teeth that imposed harm on weak
young adolescents. Running fast my heart
goes pitter patter along side my feet.
As daylight emerged, dreams revealed the cause
the creatures’ know little about the true
nature of love and friendship. Whispers be …
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Swirls | {Poems}
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