whispers

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  • Death

    whispers

    I enter a room
    I close my eyes,
    I see your face,
    your smiling,
    I reach out,to touch that face,
    your gone.
    I whisper your name,
    a tear slips down,
    A feather like touch
    I feel on my face,
    I hear my name..
    Was that you?
    Whispering so close...so far,
    A door closes.

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    Mangus commented on whispers

    09-17-2009

    hauntingly beautiful. It seemed if I was standing and watching the door close

    dahlusion commented on whispers

    03-28-2009

    Such perfect suspense in poetic form. Loneliness has never felt so good.

    Plot121 commented on whispers

    02-16-2009

    This poem seems to be packed with suspense but it just leaves you hanging. good write but would like to know more. Robert...

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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