The WhisperA Poem by astoundinglyattractiveI’m pretty sure I’m dying, but I really don’t mind While there’s nothing to look forward to, I leave nothing behind. The whispers say I’m dying, and I’m compelled to
believe For the whispers seem to know a lot, Why not know when I’ll leave? Besides, I’m not afraid to die, at least its
something new It really has become hard these days To find something to do. I sure hope when I die that the whispers make it
fun. Otherwise it’s not worth the effort To let this body run. I asked the whispers, sang to their Lord But answers, he offered none, So I might just take this life now, Here, beneath the sun. I asked him if that was okay, The whisper said nothing, But I suppose if he had much to say Then he would have said something. And it takes a minute for me to understand Before I find the humour, Oh the whisper- what a man! He would never kill her. And as I raise the knife in my hand, I laugh- oh, would I ever!- And I call to the skies, “Oh, Whisper, aren’t you clever!” © 2012 astoundinglyattractiveAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on June 27, 2012 Last Updated on July 1, 2012 AuthorastoundinglyattractiveSix Feet Under, OHAboutName: Elisa Age: 16 Gender: Female Height: 5'6" Country: America Sexuality: I like to consider myself a freelancer. Personality: I used to have one, but I think I lost it somewhere. I enjoy: d.. more..Writing
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