Can You Hear

Can You Hear

 

 

Can you hear the soft whispers of the wind in the trees?

Or the soft stillness of the grass?

 

Can you hear the rustling of the soft rustling of leaves as they move down the street?

Or the stillness of nothing as they lay beneath your feet?

 

Can you hear the soft heart beat as you walk cross the path?

Or the stillness of nothing as you walked that forgotten path?

 

Can you hear the coldness as it surrounds you?

Or taste the fear of death that invites you?

 

Can hear and see the darkness that waits as it creeps long the path?

Or do you wait for it, hoping that it will pass you by?

 

Can you hear the silenced screams in the wind, the silent whispers?

Or is right behind you walking down the path?

 

I can for I am Death and hear you and wait as you turn around 

Nor do I wait for you to listen as I wait for you to scream.

 

 It is not the cold you feel but my fingers around you.

It is my footprints you can not hear as I stand behind you.

 

I hear your heart, it cries out to me not in fear. It bids me welcome.

The whispers are silent as my breath blows the leaves and trees.

I walk the path beside you gladly because you could not hear me.

 

Now can hear me?

Or do you scream...    

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Beverly Jane]

intense.

[Audrey Howitt]

This starts out with a shiver of leaves and softness and end with a scream. Quite a journey. Great write.