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...

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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