Mute

Mute

A Poem by Dopey22

 or was it just a whisper of your breath... I touch

my cheek and turn to stare.

Nothing is there but the

dark and eerie night.

This is the place I remember

those stairs. I can still

see the lights, the flashing lights

red, white, red, white, red, white

He's dead

I open my eyes. was it you who whispered?

I stand and stare, touch my cheek and walk away.

© 2008 Dopey22


Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Added on April 25, 2008

Author

Dopey22
Dopey22

Manassas, VA



Writing
Amelia Amelia

A Story by Dopey22